The most glorious thing just occurred. I was dipping my last chocolate, peanut butter-filled Newman Os into a steamy cup of Teeccino. I crossed the line, that fickle amount of time that one can hold such a cookie in a warm beverage and not have it break from your fingers. So, to rescue my treasure, I was forced to drink the rest of my mug of 'chino. It went down warm and smooth, one of the gulps that you wish would never end. I kept the mug turned up, my mouth open like a baby bird. Slowly, the now perfectly saturated cookie slid down the mug and landed with a quiet splat on my expecting tongue. Damn! life is good. Did I mention that Miles Davis' Blue and Green is filtering through the warm light of this cozy livingroom?
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