it's taken me several years, but i finally comprehend the reason as to why my father loves his espresso maker. honestly, liquid gold drips forth from the machine. i think i may finally move on from mochas...
also, things are just so much better up here in the north. except i consider the deep south my home still - as much as i hate it sometimes. but the simplicity of the Edinburgh of the south somehow seems preferable to the hustle of life up here.
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