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disambiguate Tired of talking to a God that is not a straight answer it is more like talking to a roof beam excepting profundity  I walked down to a café the one near the fruit market had a coffee a bica pingada  because I live in Portugal  The serving wench  asked if I wanted full cream in my coffee I momentarily paused struck by a thought Should I tell her I have diabetes if I did would she care she is not a doctor I nodded yes no need for verbal  communications  I can safely go home and talks to the beam

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