Dear Thin Mints:
It's been years since you and I were last together. I miss the way you smell; I yearn to feel the cool, breezy appeal of your sweetness on my lips. I also love the way you used to get me things. Remember? You helped me realize my potential as a young Brownie when I was one of the top sellers of Girl Scout Cookies in my school. Oh, dearest...you were the wind beneath my wings.
Damn, boo. I wish I knew how to quit you.
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