COFFEE'S PULSE
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Ultima pubblicazione lun, gen 22, 2024
We All Consciously Fall, Every Single Time.
Everyone tries so hard to sail through their memories once in a while, to remember the good ones forgotten, find the love once lost and relive those little treasured moments. That's a No No Land for Ian.
Doing so unearths all the hurts buried deep and meant to be forgotten.
One thing does stay.
The fact that they would always leave.
ALWAYS?
Thats the question Koffee never thought she'll be an answer to anyway......IF THERE IS LIFE , THERE IS HOPE. She was always taught to hope, to dream and to live. Opening a coffee shop was a dream she had always hoped to live in. Seeing it come to reality was more than she could ask for.
Who knew opening a coffee shop wouldn't be the only phase in her dream come true?
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