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An Espresso Sunday
The regular morning, sacrificing the only sleep in day, dragging myself out of bed, into the bathroom and out of the house rushing as usual, to bugis for the piano lesson. I heart Sundays, the only “me , me time” if that’s what people usually call it. Personal time, personal space without any request from ...
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