Sweet Tea
It was a humid day in San Diego, my clothes stuck to my body like plastic wrap. The day reminded me of my grandmother and then I longed for one of her tall, sweating ice cold glasses of sweet tea.
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It was a humid day in San Diego, my clothes stuck to my body like plastic wrap. The day reminded me of my grandmother and then I longed for one of her tall, sweating ice cold glasses of sweet tea.