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winter


i don’t know about you, but i hate it. I’m sure you already know. I hate snow even more. i’m glad it won’t be a white christmas, I’m not sure about how you feel. I never saw winter as fun, but once there is the first fall everything changes. The first fall, always so beautiful even to me. no one can replicate it it’s amazing to watch the fluffy and full snow falls ever so gently onto the grass which is still vibrantly sticking towards the sky. Do you want to build a snowman? A small one to enjoy the time pass by. what i really love is what comes afterwards looking forward to seeing that cup filled to the top, just waiting to be gulped down. I take my time I like to dunk the marshmallows in get some small hershey bars and place them on top. waiting those strenuous five minutes feels like forever. when it is finally done, it is perfectly melted. it still retains it’s shape that is the best part. The only thing missing is the candy cane. Don’t get me wrong, i still don’t like peppermint, but it feels so right to place it in the hot chocolate. Dropping it ever so carefully or instead doing it before adding the marshmallows, but it is too late. all i really care about is drinking it nothing replicates the taste or the feeling. the warm feeling inside your stomach it feels as if the warmth travels through my body to my fingers and toes the parts that are so cold that they become numb. The blood feels like it is buzzing and then, it comes back to normal. you say winter, i say hot chocolate.
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