Pining for the old habits.
Those days of old habits, long ago abandoned; when a headache, it was physical or metaphorical, drinking espresso should become a mere memory of a passenger and insignificant discomfort; Perhaps it was the ristretto or perhaps indolent youth, fluffy burrow; but the memories of those days are palpable when the aroma of a well prepared espresso travels together with the morning breeze of summer.
Regardless of all the resistance that the Men strenuously opposed to life; Old habits of youth, usually and unfortunately, they are also passengers; like us.
And you could share with us the old habits of youth; that because of your present life, or lack of time, you have been forced to leave.
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