You're early.
No, no, of course I'm happy to see you.
It's just . . .
Well, I wasn't ready for you yet.
No, I can't explain it.
I guess,
I guess, what you bring to the table
is so special
I can only handle it
when the time is right.
You know, I have to be
in the mood.
Yes, you get me
in the mood,
but it feels more special
if I'm already there.
If the air is crisp
and smells slightly
of fireplace
and all that.
I kind of
fall for you
all over again.
That's romantic, isn't it?
No, don't say that. Come on . . .
Fine. Be that way.
At least I was honest.
You'll come back.
You always come back.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
My Side of a Conversation with Starbucks' Pumpkin Spice Flavor
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