I am surprised you chose today to leave me.
The orange glow of your light has gone away.
I can not believe it has ended like this.
I have been grinding you beans since 1994.
I have filtered water for you.
I am sorry I never cleaned you.
I loved you and your simplicity.
You have been very very good to me.
You have brewed in my four states.
I understand it is time to rest.
I will miss you.
I am getting a headache.
I hate to say goodbye.
Not even one last filter for old times?
