Starbucks is my second home. It is where I go to meet
someone new over coffee and cinnamon swirl in the hopes that perhaps he is the
one. It is where I go to get to know that certain someone over a cafe mocha. It
is where we go to celebrate milestones in our relationship with cakes. It is
where I go to weep for the failure of that relationship. Most importantly,
Starbucks is where my family and friends go to help me pick up the pieces of my
broken heart in your couches. What’s not to love about Starbucks?
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Hi! Let's all try to add more positivity in this world and adhere to the saying, "if you don't have anything nice to say, keep silent."
Showering you with unicorn poop so you'd always stay magical! Heart heart!