
Oh, caffeinated bev, please help me remmy. Did I park in another lot or has my auto met with twoc?
Oh, frothy drink, I could adulate all day the manner in which your bubbly soft top is allaying my angst.
Oh, toasty cup, if I move you alfresco, might you show me whether or not my car and I are ‘hot’, ‘cold’, or ‘warm’?
Oh, spicy brew, I hope that next hour’s search might serve as condignity for an uplifting refill—or two—until I am reunited with vroom and, then, back to you. ; )
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