I wish I could have food, but Mom won’t let me. Why bother even coming to Starbucks? (oh yeah. The chai frappuccino.)
I’m wearing my apron because we’re on our way to the clay studio. Throwing is thirsty work.
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I wish I could have food, but Mom won’t let me. Why bother even coming to Starbucks? (oh yeah. The chai frappuccino.)
September 9th, 2014 at 8:30 am
Good to be prepared
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