Starbucks Redux

Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks, how you have redeemed yourself for not being there when I so desperately needed you. Your warmth fills me; your cherry goodness satisfies me on such a decadent level that is difficult to find the words to sufficiently describe it. How I miss you when we are not together. Parting is such sweet sorrow, due to the fact I drank you and now you are gone.

One Reply to “Starbucks Redux”

  1. Alas, Poor Dark Cherry Mocha. I knew it well, Horatio.

    All life is a Starbucks, and we are but ingredients for the drinks.

    Once More unto the Starbucks, dear Friends. Once more!

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