I am addicted to Caramel Macchiatto at Starbucks. I think the people that work there now know my name, my dog's name, my drink of choice (venti of course) and possibly know my blood type too, as well as the fact that every Friday I stare at the pastry case and SOME fridays I give in and snag a chocolate croissant, but most Fridays I am able to flex
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