She got on my bus. I walked away. It was my bus. My scarf tightens.
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Coconut bread with grilled banana and blueberry mascarpone. And a lukewarm latte. Watching the golden retreiver tied to a lampost, shivering, outside.
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Listening to Paulo Nutini in the car. Windows fogging up. Tank a quarter full.
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Mulled wine with orange slices sinking to the bottom. Warm sweet cough syrup.
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