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I drink my coffee black. I hate it. But thats how you drink it. Always reminds me of that time in the coffee shop, too nervous to ask for cream or sugar, so I drank it anyways, your presence made it tolerable. Now that black coffee is all I have left, and my days are spent with your eyes peering out of my cup.
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
Unabating Glances
I drink my coffee black. I hate it. But thats how you drink it. Always reminds me of that time in the coffee shop, too nervous to ask for cream or sugar, so I drank it anyways, your presence made it tolerable. Now that black coffee is all I have left, and my days are spent with your eyes peering out of my cup.
joshua-sisler
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Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
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