The sweet light taste of whipped cream squashes on my tongue and I smile. Eagerly, I slide my spoon back into the massive mound of white and plop another spoonful of the whipped cloud in my mouth. Then decisively I lick the spoon off and place it on the table next to me. I wrap my hands around the warm mug of steaming delightfulness and take a giant sip. I close my eyes and think of the long winter I survived. Hot Cocoa does that, and I thought I’d have one more Hot Chocolate hurrah before the hot summer comes.
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I like the title.
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