by olifinch182
it was a rare instance where in which euphemisms weren't needed. it smelled of espresso, romance, and faintly of old books.
do you know what a faintly old book is? it's close to the sound of a passing city train perfectly harmonizing with a slow, tender song.
quite frankly, it makes about as much sense as anything worth thinking deeply about can.
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