I’ve been scrapping off some tea stain on this damn coffee table before an unwelcomed visitor passes by and unwittingly judges. I think the stain has a grudge, it refuses to nudge. It reminds me of high school days where I used to peel stamps for reuse. Remember? The vicious fights with stamps back when girls loved getting letters. They still do, at least my editor says she does, then again, a girl from Riara never had the time of …