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You might as well say that. The other day, someone that gets coffee from me walked by me and covered their face with an earned shame. When I go to work, I put on my white robe and ask the sun to rise and sit on my throne made of clou-

Other job, sorry. When I go to work at the coffee shop, I pray that everyone has a great day. My decorous self doesn’t allow bad will. It’s exactly why I pour coffee endearingly. So when you say you wanted to try something different today and apologize for infidelity, what do you want me to say?

There’s a world-load of metaphors for that line of thinking. Grass is greener, etc. Go ahead and enjoy your lukewarm cup. You look shorter today, spiritually. And your shoes don’t match your outfit at all. Catch me at a dive bar, slinging a drink, head down low. Bars are funeral homes for people with relationships that are painful and don’t end.

Even in disconnection, we let silence stretch between us like thread that keeps us acquainted. Actually, get the hell out of my room and close the door.