JBJ rolled over and sat up.  He picked up one of the Cuban cigars and smiled.  Hit lit it and puffed on it a few times.  They were silent as they began their morning and they let Kagyra sleep until the coffee was done.  Ritchie shook him and he opened one of his huge eyes.  Ritchie handed him a fresh-poured cup of joe.

   Kagyra sat up and took the cup and smelled it.  It was good, almost like Uncle made it, black and sweet.  He took a gulp and JBJ handed him the cigar.  He took the cigar and stuck it in his mouth, graciously and took a tug.  It was a good morning, he thought.  Nothing could make it better and then, Seryna put a big plate of sausage on his l...

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