Look what I've found to tide me over until our next trip to Paris:
Dear, Fentiman's Rose Lemonade... You've been around since 1905, I'm a jerk for not noticing you until two weeks ago. You taste EXACTLY like every Parisian memory I have. You are a dream vacation that lasts around 10 minutes. You have stolen my heart, and I will love you forever and ever.
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