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For six months, I spent my afternoons in Still Perkin' typing away on my laptop, writing my thesis. There was nothing like being in the middle of a New Orleans coffee shop, watching tourists, listening to the laughter of the young women from the McGhee School, and waving hello to my neighbors. I purchased many an iced mocha there. Above is my drink card, that I saved for the past ten years...always in my wallet, waiting, waiting, waiting to be stamped once again. It's love.