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no more tears

It wasn't necessarily a pit stop. it wasn't much out of a necessity for caffeine either. for the quality in coffee, you knew I settled for other cafes. that café down the street from our old place, for instance. the one you took me to after my first proper sleepover that 26th in August... but here we were again and again, every time we drove out to a spontaneous getaway or your parents to stretch out a weekend. a tradition, perhaps. a cliché checkpoint, maybe. whatever it was, it was ours. whatever it became, it felt right. whatever it could have been, I know it would have been a story to tell our kids as we buckled them in the backseat. whatever it's not, is a settling point where I allow a smile with ripples of gratitude to shape whilst sipping my homemade coffee.

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