Thursday, September 6
I Adore Imagining Other People are as Whee as Me
Her brow wrinkles in concentration and her ink-stained fingers tap the bench in rhythm. Coffee with what looks like whipped cream on top sits half forgotten next to her stack of notes. She looks up in time to catch a retreating smile. "I was singing out loud, wasn't I?", she asks the smiler. Exasperation Central.
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Why for you were wasting time on stup... I mean stupefyingly long story when your normal havering is so much more entertaining?
J.A.P.
Backhandedness becomes you :D
Ew, cream. In coffee. I'm sure that's accompanied by sugar. Ew. You make a mockery of coffee. Ew. Ew. We.
Coffee Mocker and Loving it!
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