Following the first sip, I felt a twinge of sadness.
Second sip, some self doubt.
Third sip, pangs of fear and helplessness.
Fourth sip, a deep sense of paranoia.
Fifth sip, delusional.
When I finished the can, I was ready to top myself.
 
    
				
					
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Usually Japanese don't drink any real coffee. So they don't care about the taste.
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