My Dearest Pumpkin Spice Latte, I’ve waited for you all year. Now you’re back, and I can’t wait to get my hands on you. When Starbucks invented you, it was love at first sight. No longer am I enticed by my ex-lover, Grande Americano. His stern fist is no match for your intimate caress. Even furry sweaters fit for cuddling cannot [...]
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Fri, Oct 10, 2008 by Lauren- Pitt
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