Love…

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I’m sat drinking a refreshing drink of Pepsi,

I love the way the ice wrestles with the liquid, striving to stay alive, yet with every second its life is squeezed from it.

. . .’mesmerising!’. . .

I don’t actually love Pepsi!, it’s just the word I use to say “hey I like that!”. . .

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A Fathers Love…

Im sat consuming a coffee and a little piece of chocolate in a busy deli-eatery.

The chocolate I am consuming is an easter egg reduced to half-price by a shop who’s marketing strategy failed to maximise revenue from the crucifixion.

There is a young boy, no older than 6 years of age sat at a table close to where I am located. He is sat with his father and is striving to engage him in child like activity, in a historical game derived from the nursery rhyme ‘pat-a-cake’. He is persistently wrestling with the clasped hands of his father trying to pry them apart for play.

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