it was the mug i would give her full of tea or hot chocolate if she were feeling sick. it was the mug i would give her if i wanted to cheer her up.
"perk up plod plod," she would say when i handed to her. it always made me smile.
it is the second time i've broken coury's favorite mug. in fact, those two are the only two mugs of hers i've broken. it must be a subconscious attempt to rid her of possessions she may favor more than me.
to commiserate the mug, i am encapsulating it here at drunk on light.
sorry cour. we'll get a new favorite mug.
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