Brutally Honest
I’m thirsty
It’s hot
I order a cold, refreshing soda.
I can hardly wait
My tastebuds excited as they wait for the glorious liquid to envelope the inside of my mouth
Anticipating the rush of little bubbles exploding with fervor as they make their way down my throat.
The satisfaction of feeling the cold fluid colliding with my internal thermostat, plunging the reading back to decency
Refreshing my ever parched and dry soul
Only to swallow a flat, warm soda.
That has been my experience knowing you.
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