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Just imagine, fish with coffee, none of it fried, none of it ever having touched the oily surface of an over-fukking-heated pan. No, just fish with coffee, not exactly raw, and not exactly gutted either, just a bit. Not stirred, not shaken, and not carefully placed inside the cup. Rather thrown from a distance, a distance that allows the fish some sort of last minute closure, allows the fish to find dignity and remember who he is, and allows the coffee to, to cool down just so, avoiding the boiling point and providing a warm and welcoming environment for the fish. Fish with coffee for breakfast, say it ain't so.
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