Fragment 1: A friend was looking for my younger son. I had not realized he was hiding and sulking in same room as me. He was upset that we would not buy him a new bike. Fragment 2: there was a fabric coffee machine that was soft and it had pockets where one would pour the coffee and the water into. Someone else had made coffee in it that was too weak and I was going to make another better coffee. Fragment 3: we lived in some sort of townhouse community where neighbors seemed to all know each other. We had guests visiting.
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