Important shit always vanishes

I forgot about what I had intended to write about until I sat back down after having my Thanksgiving turkey delivered by a very nice Spyhouse regular. Now I remember it, and I don’t know if I care to tell the story.

My hands are dry, and the coffee grounds are getting into everything.


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