the beaver café, mine and yours
I’m at the Beaver Café, with the sun gently shining through the window, gulping down a crisp cold pint of beer. Lunch has just arrived — mmm, soup — and the place is buzzin’.
poof.
Sadly, all this is really a dream/hallucination I am having from my bed. Oh, what I would pay to be at the good ol’ Beaver Café right now, guzzling that pint. A double-damned cold is nipping at my heels and keeping me from doing anything at all, be it productive or entertaining.
Away, nasty cold!
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