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I first started drinking coffee in college. All nighters, you know. At first, I was into the milk-and-sugar route. Then, after a road trip with my sister across the country in a Yugo (remind me to tell you about the Goodwrench Sister adventures sometime), I took it black. (I didn’t like powdered creamers on the road. Or off the road, for that matter.) Then my uncle told me my teeth would get yellow if I kept drinking it black, so I switched back to milk (no sugar). During my pregnancy years, I had to give up coffee altogether, which was the only bad part of being pregnant. Yeah, I said the only bad part. Went back on full-strength, super-strength, multiple pots of coffee during the infant years, just for survival purposes. After … Read entire article »