Bébé, j’exécute à vous

It’s been three long months since you, my beloved my barista coffeemaker, quit.  You satisfied my desires for over four years.  So bereft was I when you departed, that I refused offers from friends, and sought my only solace in the plastic cup from Dunkin Donuts.  It was cheap, but it got me through the hardest times.

Baby, it took so long, but I’ve replaced you.  And it felt good.  Really good.