through an unfortunate series of events in the kitchen today, my precious french press was shattered into pieces, while i held it in my hand. what i didn't realize, was that as i opened the cupboard above my head, a lid from our pans would roll out of the cabinet, landing directly on the rim of my bodum french press, thus ending its short-lived career.you see, last year at school, matt and seth made the switch to the french press, and therefore forcing me to as well, since they were my faithful suppliers. i believed them when they told me it was superior coffee, even though i couldn't really taste the difference. but after we graduated, and they both prepared to leave the country, i knew that i was going to need to invest in a french press of my own. but before i got a chance, my mom bought me this little gem. it served me well in its short-lived career. it shall be missed by many. and by many i mainly mean me and kell kell. no longer will i be able to off her, or any other guests its coffee goodness.
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