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Give me liber-tea, or give me death

The title is a poor pun of Patrick Henry's "Give me liberty, or give me death!".

This post is just to archive how at this phase in my life, April 2018, I just seem to think I cannot live without tea. I want to remember this period since my mind and appetite changes quite usually.

I might not love, I might hate, or I might be a casual tea-drinker years from now, so let me have this this.

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Athena Charanne R. Presto is the eldest among three children of a lower-middle-class family who refuses to limit herself. An early-career sociologist, she keeps herself wide-eyed with all the wonders, challenges, and surprises of life. She is a lover of simple things and welcomes insights about her favorite things in the world-- Gabriel García Márquez books, poems, Full Metal Panic, Spanish language, low-tier humor, and validation time after time. Send her love at the linked social media accounts in this blog.

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