I was seized this afternoon with a burning desire for iced coffee. Not cappucino, not latte, not The Amazing Frozen Frappucino Thingy I get whenever
sweh and I are roving up Rt. 17, but coffee.
I loathe coffee. I always have. It can smell nice, but it always tastes like bitter death.
But I bought it anyways, and am sucking at the straw like a baby on the breast.
I loathe coffee. I always have. It can smell nice, but it always tastes like bitter death.
But I bought it anyways, and am sucking at the straw like a baby on the breast.
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