Our story tonight.
A pride can be gathered together, sitting while talking about life. And we did it in a coffee shop.
Warm coffee is served for us, and we really like coffee. But not love him, only as a connoisseur of true coffee.
Initially just ordinary chat, but over time became ventured and reminded each other between each other.
I am proud to have friends, friends who understand each other and advise each other.
Because friends (my young brother's) is a place to share.
Thank you for everything, both time, place and coffee.
Because togetherness is beauty and family.
Not hope, but if there is time and opportunity we may sit together again, as a sense of brotherhood and kinship.
True friends will never count what is given.
Regards...
Hang out with friends in a coffee shop.
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