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*twerks* oh im *twerks* so sorry *twerks* this is *twerks*just my *twerks* new stim *twerks*

It’s eighteen degrees and sunny when you decide to embark on a post dinner walk. Just a week prior, you were cowering away inside, hiding from the ice storm raging on outside your window. But, the darkness has lifted now. The power has since returned and the last peaks of snow melted away. Old ladies are raking away at their gardens, clearing the debris to make way for a new season of blooms and foliage. They greet you as you pass, remarking on the beautiful weather. A handful of dog owners tighten their grip on their leashes as they attempt to make small talk. One inquires about the age of an unfamiliar dachshund. Many others catch your gaze; a couple of new parents pushing a showy pink stroller; a pair of established evening walkers; a solitary black cat trotting across the street. They’re strangers in a new world to you now. Hopefully this is the first walk of many.

drinking coffee every day and being dependent <<<< drinking a couple coffees once every week or so for a special powerup

oh how i forgot the joys of coffee