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the ghostly thin layer of condensation gathers on the transparent plastic there are no ice cubes in sight it can't be cold but it can't be warm the muddy brown liquid confounds me and there's only one question on my mind... is that chocolate milk or room-temperature coffee?
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
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the ghostly thin layer of condensation gathers on the transparent plastic there are no ice cubes in sight it can't be cold but it can't be warm the muddy brown liquid confounds me and there's only one question on my mind... is that chocolate milk or room-temperature coffee?
s/o to atticus why do u drink coffee out of a camelback
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
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