I am here for a dark roast mocha iced coffee with coconut milk, no sugar. But there you are on the shelf, slanted ever so slightly to offer a tempting up-close and personal view of your powdery sugar, and your rainbow sprinkled sugar, and your shimmery crystallized sugar, and your pink and brown and white icing blankets of sugar and your glaze coat sugar. Your sweet scent wafts my way shouting, "This is a doughnut shop damn it, not a coffee shop!"
I don't even like donuts, and my mouth was watering! The repetition of the word "sugar" (especially when the piece is read out loud) makes it sound like a curse word by the end. Love it!
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