Dear April,
Snow?! How dare you!
Dear granola bars, English muffins, and real cookies,
I miss you. I eagerly await your return to my tummy.
Dear store brand chocolate chips,
You will never compare to Ghiradelli chips. My mother may buy you but I cheat on you ever chance I get.
Dear throat,
What's up? If it's not strep, I don't know how to make you
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