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Originally posted on 30 Apr 2006

It’s a thing. Once a year, on my birthday, I get to have a mocha. Hazelnut mocha, if possible (without going to Starbucks). Skim. Maybe with whipped cream, if I’m feeling particularly decadent. Probably with an extra shot as well, since caffiene is good. A far cry from my normal straight-up unadulterated black brew.

Look out, Peet’s. Here I come. Mmmm…mocha-riffic.