My tricky treat. Here's the story: I miss beer. Like, I really miss beer. I can hear Raf pop a top across the house and every time I cringe and yell at him. I even dreamt that I drank a beer last night. Not just a sip, a WHOLE beer. Raf keeps calling me an alcoholic. I'm not having withdrawals or anything--I think it's just the irritation of knowing that I can't have something. People keep teasing me and telling me they're going to buy me O'douls, but I have no interest in fake beer. But fancy root beer is just silly enough to ease the torture.
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