Something about walking to work with the sun warming my face, as joggers slip past me in short-shorts and sports bras while petals from cherry blossom and dogwood trees gently float to the streets makes me yearn for the chilly, sugary, slightly bitter taste of coffee on ice. The deli next to my office makes theirs with heaping spoonfuls of sugar, so the first sip is always intensely saccharine, a bit gritty, and a jolt to my sleepy system. But I suck it down and within an hour I'm awake, alert. I crave more--but then remind myself that I just had two cavities filled and drowning my teeth in another dose of this liquid confection would make my new high-tech dentist shake his head with shame.
So I sip water instead--but it's just not the same
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