Coffee and A Spoon.

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I swirled my coffee with my spoon, gazing into its depths for a while. I stare deeper into the darkness and become lost for sometime. Snapping out of the trance I lift my head.

A spoon was stuck in a man's head. Swirl patterns of blood, and broken bone remained.

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