Addiction is a terrible thing. After years of poverty and circumstance bolstered my ability to overcome my problem, this temporarily cushy lifestyle has brought it back, full-force.
Yes, I'm talking about Diet Dr. Pepper.
My dad buys it by the 12-pack; he knows I love it and he is enabling me by purchasing more just for me. On Christmas Eve he came home from the grocery store and handed me a can of...drum roll, please...DIET CHERRY VANILLA DR. PEPPER. The motives behind this marketing strategy are questionable at best, but I proceeded to open the can and take a sip.
The results: delicious. I can't say it's as good as regular Diet Dr. Pepper, but it has an oomph that can't be denied. And, there's a 12-pack in the garage! I can't believe this is my life.
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