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the week end far off when I sit in sloth in the meantime I grind and fast forward the time when my feet can be up and slow down with a cup of tisane like Poirot at that time I'll know the meaning of slow in the meantime I grind this joe so fine
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
the grind
the week end far off when I sit in sloth in the meantime I grind and fast forward the time when my feet can be up and slow down with a cup of tisane like Poirot at that time I'll know the meaning of slow in the meantime I grind this joe so fine
dailylife tired libations tea coffee
LeaettaMay
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Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 11:33 AM UTC
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