Social battery charger

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Some days, my energy feels like a phone at 2%.
Every ping, every small talk, every “Mom, look!” drains me a little faster.

Coffee doesn’t fix that.
But sometimes it feels like it plugs me in just enough to make it through.

One cup = enough to nod through small talk.
Two cups = errands and appointments feel possible.
Three cups = maybe… maybe I can people today.

It’s not an endless charge.
But it’s a spark and for a neurospicy brain, sometimes that’s all it takes to keep going.

So yeah… this mug?
It’s not just coffee.
It’s my social battery charger.

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