Starbucks, at long last

On my way to Starbucks in Newport with Peetie and our friend Patrick, who wouldn't let me cut his hair.

There's a six-dollar egg nog latte with super duper extra calories in it with my name on it.

I want to walk around the docks in my new sweater (and other clothes, as well) from Santa Claus, otherwise known as Dad, and look at the boats with my overpriced American sugary goodness.

betholindo at 2:39 p.m.

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