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Category Archives: writing in cafes and stuff

Lattes and angelic conversions

I have terribly pretentious pretentions at times. Deeply ingrained codes of behaviour and viewpoints that I hold dear. They’re what help me get through the day and night and go towards helping me avoid becoming a totally obnoxious arse. Which, ironically, they probably add to me being. Or, in a better written sentence: Ironically, they [...]