the smell of cooked breakfast with freshly brewed coffee
the weekend paper and all the time in the world to meander through it
and to top it all off, dinner with good company to look forward to
*sigh*
8.10.11
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we're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year, running over the same old ground...
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