Coffee made Perfect

They sat with their backs to me, side-by-side, next to the window. He wore a blue-and-red plaid shirt crossed over the shoulders with blue suspenders. Tracings of white etched the place where stylish sideburns surely once drew more than her eyes alone.┬áLeaning in, he dwarfed her, the way a Sequoia might a Japanese Maple. ┬áHe’s [Read More...]


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