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I dream of milk. I dream of Frosted Mini-Wheats floating like tiny frosted rafts on the surface of a very, very full bowl.
For me, self care is a bowl of cereal drowned in milk, a teensy return to childhood full of crunch and sugar and fat. I want every flake and morsel to retain their crunch as they traverse a miniature ocean. I want to feel the velvety texture of leftover cereal milk, a mouthful of everyday decadence.
There’s just one problem.
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