The faithful subject matter

 
The gauzy romanticism starts emerging at 1am, justifying its validity by an ensuing craving for coffee. I’d usually go straight into the kitchen, pack the stove-top percolator with fine grinds of annoyingly overpriced Starbucks (and sometimes deservedly priced Davidoffs), and sip joie de vivre at its source – the overpriced part wouldn’t terribly matter at this [...]

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