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it was the first day that Pumpkin Spice Lattes were available at Starbucks.
Pumpkin Spice Lattes were just about her favorite thing in the world, right after Taylor Swift, brunch, and braids she learned about on Pinterest.
She needed to look good for her first PSL. She selected a pair of yoga pants, some cute sneakers, an oversized tee, layered with another oversized tee, a cardigan, and three different scarves. Fall was all about layers and Pumpkin Spice Lattes, and Melissa was stoked about both.
this is page 2 and im cracking up so much already
She felt a throb in her body that was undeniable - was she into this Pumpkin Spice Latte? Like...sexually?
Was she really going to do this? Was she going to have sex with a Pumpkin Spice Latte in a Starbucks?
When it was over, she looked at the cup in her hand. She’d crushed it completely, used it up, but now the Pumpkin Spice Latte was inside her, a part of her now.
what is going on
“You’re not - you’re not going to kick me out for having sex with a Pumpkin Spice Latte in your Starbucks?”
“There are a certain few people who we call Pumpkin Spice-sexuals. It’s very rare, but Michael and I--” she nodded at the guy with the Afro-- “are two of them. And we’re very good at spotting our kind.”
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