Frappuccinos Are My Life

I am a Starbucks addict. I don't go there that much, I wish I could go more. I believe that place is like the brand name of coffee shops. Makes sense, it's expensive and amazing. So I bought a frap, sipped it on my way home, came in the house, did some stuff, and then POOF! it was gone. I walked around the house searching for it and singing about it in a French opera voice. I did not find it. I was sad. Then, when my sister came home from somewhere unbeknownst to moi, she found it and gave it to me. I was very excited. Then I drank the rest. It was super yummy. And now I want another one.

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