All I could muster

Pink is bold and girlie. Girls are bold until they grow breasts and hips. Hips are for bumping and grinding. Grinding your own beans makes you a connoisseur of coffee. Coffee wakes you, sometimes  shakes you. You are here for a short time. Time is short. Time is fleeting. Time is of the essence. Time is running out. […]

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