all I ever do when I go home, is go for coffee.... catching up on growing up and all the goods and bads that go along with it (in fact, it's gotten so bad that I have to rotate coffee shops so the baristas don't think I'm a caffeine addict... and I'm not, I swear).... but somtimes, nothing warms the hands (and, *tear*, heart) like a good ol' friend and a good cup o' joe.
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