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The morning light filtering through the kitchen window always smelled like vanilla and wood polish at my grandmother’s house, but there was one dominant scent: coffee. It wasn’t the bitter, scorched aroma of stale drip coffee, but something deeper, richer, and cleaner. This wasn’t just a smell; it was a sound—a rhythmic, reassuring “perk, perk, perk” that announced the start of the day.
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