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It’s been 203 days since I’ve had Dr. Pepper with your lemon in it. The first weeks I had to hesitate at sit-downs. Now I’ve upgraded to the permanent taste of Cherry Pepsi with a slice of independence. I hope you still ask for a water with a lime instead of lemon. And I hope when they still bring you lemon water you feel my absence, and it stays with you when you leave our booth because I know you still sit there pretending I never did. Without a place for your lemon slice, you have to grit and bear. How does it feel. I hope that acidic taste stains your mouth and reminds you of me.
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
March 13 2014
It’s been 203 days since I’ve had Dr. Pepper with your lemon in it. The first weeks I had to hesitate at sit-downs. Now I’ve upgraded to the permanent taste of Cherry Pepsi with a slice of independence. I hope you still ask for a water with a lime instead of lemon. And I hope when they still bring you lemon water you feel my absence, and it stays with you when you leave our booth because I know you still sit there pretending I never did. Without a place for your lemon slice, you have to grit and bear. How does it feel. I hope that acidic taste stains your mouth and reminds you of me.
dana-k
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Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
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