I sip my coffee and wonder, still sitting in the corner of the Brazilian coffee house. How come God always seems to spend his time at Dunkin Donuts? Maybe I should go down there and look for him. You would think that with his means, he might be inclined to find something fancier, maybe a French Bistro, or a Starbucks, at least. Why is God so inclined to spend his time at Dunkin Donuts? I sip my coffee and wonder.
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