Tuesday 21 August 2012
Coffee
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There was a moment in York when I had decided we were going for the train home, and you were pleading with me not to go, that you wanted to stay, and I said that maybe we could get a coffee, and you looked around and found a coffee shop, and I knew I'd been wrong to think of heading home, and I was with my friend, who helped me find coffee if it meant we stayed out together for longer.
