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Guess you really can’t go home again… with coffee,



You’ll be missed.

Got a pocket full of loose cards now,


PS: That was a gift from Marla.

Good riddance!

…you will not be missed.

It broke in the middle of a cronut Food Night,


two glasses in forty-eight hours.

You know what to get me for Christmas,


Old Poop!