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Golden Oaks has been re-attended after years of wasting in dust, and a shop down the road begins to bloom. The saps that run both joints get coffee sometimes.
Every dark and stormy night comes to a close to make way for a dark and still somewhat stormy day. Or a just gray and drizzly morning that may clear up in an hour or two. One can never tell. Well, not a lot can. I’m sure there are some ponies that can - probably a few around here can really easily. Weather ponies and such.
Mm, have you had the coffee here? It’s lovely - I don’t know what they put in it. Cream? Or just whole milk? Perhaps a smidge of butter...
Bobbles of babble between bodacious bros. Creative vent. Shitpost, for the most part

1056 words: Estimated 5 minutes to read
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- To begin... 2017-10-03 05:25:45 UTC1056