Summary - Amity Sage
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Amity Sage |
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| Posts: |
6 (0.006 per day) |
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Butters |
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| Gender: |
 Female |
| Age: |
30 |
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New York |
| Date Registered: |
May 25, 2009, 08:57:06 AM |
| Last Active: |
May 24, 2010, 09:36:05 AM |
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About Me
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In the beginning, I hatched from a coffee bean covered by a tea leaf. Dad was a rich dark caffeinated brew heavily flavored with exotic nuts and mellow roasting, ground fine and brewed perfectly and served only in the sturdiest of mugs to the sturdiest consumer. Mom was a sweet black tea steeped to perfection, always served in the most beautiful delicate swan handled tea cups. Fine boned china was not good enough for mom's perfection. She would have been served to queens and kings only, if she wasn't such a humanitarian. My oldest brother was the darker spices from around the world, vanilla, cloves, cocoa. My second brother was the lighter spices, nutmeg, cinnamon, pure sugar cane. My sister was cream and honey, light and smooth and perfectly milky golden. The odd one out having legs and arms, I wandered and wandered, becoming a street vendor of their products in Sao Paulo. As I grew older fame and the fantastic quality of my family became globally known, and soon every man, woman and child demanded all that they could get. Other families rose up around us and competed. Gang like wars ensued, mafia style draws and Montague/Capulet type rivalries persisted. The other families did not play nice, though we tried to make peace. In the middle of a moonless night we fled into the high mountains, where we live now by a little stream, my father coffee, my mother tea, my brothers spices, and my sister honey and cream.
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My Interests
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All of them.
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