I have vices. Milk is one of them. I don't fully understand it, I just live it. There is something about milk that soothes the soul, relaxes the brain. It's like a blanket of pleasurably innocent memories of contentment. I sit back, I relax and I slowly let the cold liquid find its way down my throat, into the gurgling pit that is my stomach. And once it is there, I have my satisfaction. Only problem is once your satisfaction slowly fades away and all that is left is a nasty case of milk-breath.
Today's Word: Milk
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