So it arrived in the mail whilest on the coast. A decent sized box for its thin weight confirming that P and M have pulled through, again. Rejoice and connect. The sweet memories of youth immediately envelope marshmallow daydreams beyond lucy in her graham cracker miniskirt chocolate tubetop afire. Refreshing and intimate. The crackle and snap of the “pure”. The first pulse of a sustaining beat sparks the urge. The compulsion. The dancing ensues. I’m left sticky and crumby and quite satisfied a bit of overindulgence perhaps for my supply already runs low with half the goodness depleted. But there is another. Do or not do. There is no try. ; )
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