Ordered a Iced Chocolate from Coffee Club. The bottom of the glass was filled with hot fudge. I was quite absent minded and drank it instead of the drink more than once. The frustration of drinking hot fudge led me to think why anyone would want to drink to. As soon as that thought surfaced, a very strong memory of me enjoying a simply chocolate hot fudge covered soft ice cream from MacDonalds, bought by my grandfather. It was so near that I could taste it; it was so far that I looked upon myself as a kid. Morosely, I filed the memory away.
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