Coffee cup
I stand by the sink, brush in one hand, her coffee cup in the other. The same cup she drank from 10 minutes ago, the same cup I bought for her in Paris, 4…
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I stand by the sink, brush in one hand, her coffee cup in the other. The same cup she drank from 10 minutes ago, the same cup I bought for her in Paris, 4…
Sometimes Gary wondered if there was more to life than gin. Then he took a sip. “Sweet lord,” Gary said, for this particular gin and tonic tasted especially…