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Low lights. Low hum, clinking of cups, blurred coffee stains on a napkin. Soft touch. Soft laughter, squeaking of torn up leather seats, fogged up windows and bicycle bells. Fault lines on the top of a crème brûlée and on the backs of your hands.
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
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Low lights. Low hum, clinking of cups, blurred coffee stains on a napkin. Soft touch. Soft laughter, squeaking of torn up leather seats, fogged up windows and bicycle bells. Fault lines on the top of a crème brûlée and on the backs of your hands.
When my life was changed by a piece of pastry sometime...
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
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