ah yes treachery through coffe, the sweetest kind...
just passing through and saw the word coffee- my mouth wouldnt let me stop but ill, um, be leaving...now...
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I never saw a wild thing that felt sorry for itself. A bird can fall frozen dead from a bough, without ever feeling sorry for itself.
GI Jane (ok, DH Laurence)
Carnëiach (Amanaduial the Archer)
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