Nobody has made me tea today.
At the time of writing, I have had seven cups, but had to make them all myself. I made more than seven though. I made fourteen. And a glass of soda water with a slice of lime in. I made over twice as many beverages as I drank.
It's funny. I think that the amount I like people is directly related to the amount of tea that they make me. I've been driven to misanthropy through lack of tea.
I hate you all.
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