I used to think…

  • flavored coffee was like breath mints and the more of it you drank, the better would be the fragrance emitted from your exhale.
  • I can’t possibly be qualified to advocate for anyone but myself.
  • I’m already in love more than I imagined was possible. How could I love anymore than this? Yet I can always look for ways to help people love better and that is what I shall do–in their names.
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