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[convalescence]

I like the feeling of going to Starbucks. And not "a" Starbucks. More like "the" Starbucks, where "the" is implied. An underground lifeline that sytematically punctures city blocks with abrasive buds of caffine's crisp steam. They're all off the same Starbucks plant. And I enjoy popping into one of these buds at any time. The cushy chairs (there

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[errant_variable]

Hey, I literally partied myself into the ground this week. But I've got replies to all of this. I'll let you know what they are when I recover from life.

[bluejaywalking]

There's a starbucks here, that I walk by every so often, but I haven't been in. Partially because the prices are sure to be more than what I pay for entire meals... but also because I don't want it to be the same. I'm not here to feel like I always do, for things to be the same.