Not Thinking, Being Thought
I noticed my hand reach for the iced coffee to the right of my iPad.
I completely wasn’t conscious of it until my fingers felt the condensation on the cup.
Marionette string theory – the end – .
P.S – Dear Starbucks employee – it’s Gabe. There’s a “e” at the end. Not Gab like flab.
Gabe, you know, like flabe.
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Love Looks Like This