A slip in the mail meant one thing.
Her package had arrived giving her a slight ting.
Ripping it open, she peeked inside; her exotic tea!
Making herself a cup; licking her lips with glee.
Inhaling the drink which she would forever savour…
Turns out, they’d delivered the wrong flavour.
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To my fans, this is my promise to you. A promise to help get this day into hindsight’s view. Something to make you smile. Something to entertain for a while. I hereby declare to use my skills to display - A new and creative short-story, for your pleasure, every single day!
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