It was a leaky kind of rain as I walked into the coffee shop, like the gods' way of telling you what they thought about your life. Got a couple of shots from the cute redhead behind the counter - burnt, grainy, and bitter, but better than the rejection and scorn I usually get from her type. Some days you want coffee to tell you if you're alive or
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the prettiest hippo around
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Feel free to serve me coffee in a hippo-shaped mug, though.
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