you fat, green bitch. devised, but hardly real. seductive of course, hence my empty wallet. like a sailor lost at sea, i fall for your tricks. a sea creature that's made its way to land, terrorizing cities like godzilla. my eyes glisten at the thought of seeing you, smelling you again. my lips quiver, my tongue begs. i recite my oath to you:
"grande toffee nut iced coffee, 2% milk, extra ice, please."
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