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I shed some tears into my coffee. Paul was compassionate and supportive. Ro, as always, said the magic words “you can do it”. As it was an in and out, hike he said we will go until you can’t continue, then turn around. I did not make it to the lake but navigated a coupl...
When the interview had begun, Gomez was eating his last meal, which consisted of fried chicken, fried potatoes, peas, a tomato and lettuce salad, toast, apple pie and coffee. The food and a warm bed were two things he liked about being incarcerated. “Am I keeping you up, Lloyd?” Wi...
While pretty much any of the options on this list will look great on your coffee table, this flush-mount album is especially fitting. Thick pages maintain their shape no matter how often you flip through them, meaning you (and anyone who visits your home) can enjoy special moments from you...
They’re a little too small for the bubble tea containers, but I imagine they would fit just fine on a beer bottle or paper coffee cup. I was thinking I’d get an action photograph somewhere along in the day with some coffee cups, but the bubble tea models were an unexpected ...
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The driver gave him a few biscuits and a cup of coffee and left him just outside the city. The next car the boy stopped did not take him into the centre of Paris as he hoped it would, but to Perpignan on the French-Spanish border. There he was picked up by a policeman and sent...
Her diet is mainly dry pita, coffee, tea, and water. Some days she cannot look at a flower or a leaf without bursting into tears. The sorrow, she says, is like being knocked from behind and bowled over by waves coming ashore. You never know when it is coming, but it does come. ...