Where did you find such a darling? 

He's got that simple smile. By now she's sick and shot from dire passion and seam-bursting romance. Far more attuned to that simple thing her brother is calling love, thing she'd laughed at before. Simple smiles, simply devoted little kisses, hard work, harder praying, and simply... living. Difficult, and beautiful.

He's sliding coffee cups on weekends, she hears, because he needs to do something with those hands. He lectures on horticulture at the university, a farmer boy, first in the family to get a Master's degree...

A direly simple hello. And it's not the frothy coffee that's marring her system...

That's the story I see. Buy now to insert your stories, or your coffee concoctions, or whatever in the wide world it is that you see. 

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