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Interview with a Coffee Muse (03/25/2012)
A fingernail flipping up, or hanging, or a scratched cuticle; a sore in your mouth or on the tips of your fingers.
That's what it's like to know truth, and live a lie, day in and day out. To be one of a million instead of one in a million.
It doesn't hurt to say goodbye the same way you expect a fall to hurt, and leave you breathless; to leave you wheezing, pathetic, and reeling. You expect...
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