Working the late shift and an iced coffee gifted is another notion to working the night shift, I used to make such an event out of it. Explore my mind for hours in what sam could be thinking about it. Remember when I used to cook? Oh so long ago. And I bite bitter tears aways nonchalantly as I’m caffeinated with a cup I didn’t have to make. Convenience or sureness in this, too was a gift.
Alienate it now for me.
And i bite and look to the side where it could be going to my head. oPtionless. I found a fugue. And I was late to it. Creamer two bottles, i’ve found you.
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