Maxine s New Life
“Max, I’m going for a coffee want me to bring you one?” Ed Martin, aka the bondsman, asked as he walked toward the door of our small office. “No thanks Ed,” I replied. “The coffee from my Mr. Coffee is fine with me. I’m not really a big fan of designer coffee. Too many years of bad coffee.” I replied. “Yeah, you haven’t been out long enough to develop a taste for the finer things in life.” Finer things in life I wasn’t sure about, but I hadn’t been out of the Air Force very long, that was true....
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