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aruanDriving home on this glorious albeit heinously early morning we exit the interstate onto Sheridan street, at which I turn to my brother in the driver's seat and say:
Jules: "Hey, how much do you love me?"
Oblivious!Boy: "You want Starbucks. Where's the closest one?"
Just like that. Hard to be creeped when there's White Chocolate Mocha on the tongue though.
Jules: "Hey, how much do you love me?"
Oblivious!Boy: "You want Starbucks. Where's the closest one?"
Just like that. Hard to be creeped when there's White Chocolate Mocha on the tongue though.
