Just a warm cup of coffee, not so hot as to burn the tongue off you, not so cold as to have grown a skin – a plan for the next six chapters – an open fire, dancing in shades of red and gold and sleepy dogs who look like they’re having a conversation.
Yup. That’s my idea of Bliss
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