i’ll purchase a chai latte, nutmeg and umber quivering, in the car-enclosed air, cupped to-go, and perhaps a coffee too— i can’t remember exactly if you prefer just plain black so then maybe I’ll stop into a diner on my way there because i know they’ll have those small cups of cream and sweet and low i could swipe from the counter— but you'll probably want real sugar, if you wanted any at all. anyways, i'll just be happy to hand you something warm and familiar like doty's brown tea. but in this embrace, we'll no longer be ghosts to one another, finding purchase in the sloshing ground of life's transience and whichever you don't want— the coffee with the sugar and the cream or the chai latte— i'll drink instead but anyways all i wanted to say by it was that i'll come back i'll come back i'll come back.
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