Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following first paragraph:
“Shit,” he said as the coffee spilled all over him. The woman in front of him had stopped suddenly and he had bumped into her. Well, his arm bumped into her and when he squeezed his cup to prevent the coffee from dropping out of his hand, the top popped off spilling the coffee all over his polo shirt and jeans. As he stood there, coffee dripping from his shirt, the woman looked around and he was mesmerized by her eyes. No, her entire face, for she was the spitting image of his wife Loree. His wife who had died five years ago in his arms.
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