Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee
“I read the brochure for the workshop,” she said, trying to look only partly interested. “Ah, good,” I replied. It’s a long-practiced routine between us, this mutual act of mind-fishing. She sipped her coffee, waiting for my silence to break . . . Nothing . . . “. . . And I don’t understand the significance of that funny circle thingy,” she said, irritated … Read More Nine Deadly Sins with Coffee

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