Seated against a wall, before I intended to delve into the book, I was flipping through its pages, enjoying the silent warming of my thoughts. The silhouette of a teenager overtook my peace, and jibber-jabber jutted from his form. The figure expanded and the panging volume increased. His form swelled into many, or multiplied, so that a large blob of youngness stung my soul. Thence went my comfort until I walked to the café, bought myself a coffee, and took a deep breath.
End.
Coffee of swirlign joy, brown as the earthen roots of tree, with what vital force do you infuse my brian? O chemistry! I physically deteriorate, aging, but do I yet grow morally? Can my brain yet gain vigor? By the very sentence I declare it! Add a little half-and-half and, and I must go use the restroom.
End.
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