When The Cop and I had lunch forever a go (okay, maybe a month?), our time ended with my whining about not getting to have a turtle mocha from my favorite coffee shop because my friends had suddenly decided we needed to meet elsewhere. When we parted ways, I told The Cop we’d have to get a turtle mocha soon because he’d never even heard of one. He’d never even had a chocolate turtle.
I just can’t imagine a life without a chocolate turtle.
So, I finally texted him last week to say that we should get together for a turtle mocha. So we did. Today. Which was his next day off.
His next day off which was totally packed full of other shit to do, and he still found time to hang out with me for an hour at a coffee shop. Continue reading
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