The other day I wandered into my local watering hole, propped an elbow on the bar and muttered, B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·˜the usual.B´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™ Moments later I peered down into the depths of my drink, admiring the frothy cream contrasting with the pretty blue of the ceramic cup and knew this wasnB´ÎÔª¹ÙÍøÍøÖ·™t the bar of my youthful dreams.
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