« Reply #717 on: August 28, 2025, 08:20:20 PM »
She's right. Worry about it in the morning.

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Brew me a cup for a winter’s night.
For the wind howls loud, and the furies fight;
Spice it with love and stir it with care,
And I’ll toast your bright eyes, my sweetheart fair.
- Minna Thomas Antrim, “A Night Cap,” A Book of Toasts, 1902