Quoth the morning person upon receipt of wake-up juice in toasty vessel bearing Welsh decor: “Ahhh, as the epulotic blister pinky endures due to rakeshame of a barista’s mis-temped pour adapts to this homemade brew, I, missing fleecy pillow, but not esso’s dragon snores, and anticipating arvo seeding section under the sill, find that papillae approve of friend’s fastidious fix to the degree of her earning a willingness by me to tip both hat and coin upon each sunrise she might be willing to reply to alarm’s wails with brimmed mug wearing Wales. ; )

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