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His favourite one...
It was definitely cinnamon. He absolutely loved smelling the aroma, just before drinking. It almost smelled like cookies.
He'd love to taste some.
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Strawberries...Sweet taste, didn't have much to it, yet, he came to love it dearly. It's not even the taste, but the strawberries simply felt so familiar.
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Cherry tea... It had an interesting feeling to it. As if he used to drink it, back in the past.
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Apple one... He didn't even know it existed. They only had a limited choice, back then.
He never tasted it before, yet now it felt like home.
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Mint... xxx said it's xxx favorite. He could see why. The small was... Sharp.
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Citrus was awful. Bitter, and sour. He put it away. Xxx said, it was also one of xxx favorites. Xxxxx's problem.
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Xxx gave him coffee, for a joke.
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White tea was interesting. It felt calming, soothing, and the taste was gentle.
He didn't need it.
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He shouldn't have thought that.
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Why did he like cinnamon in the first place? Just how many times did he even taste it? It's so hard to remember the scent.
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The strawberry taste annoys him. It feels used up and repetitive.
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He feels like throwing up after the cherry tea.
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Apple tea is the one that stares at him, judges thoroughly.
He feels it's disappointment.
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He hid from the mint tea.
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Citrus was the only that felt familiar. They were enemies from the start, and it felt strangely comforting.
Neither of them could relax.
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Coffee was always different from the others. It tells him to run.
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It was bitter and nasty, burning and convulsing.
But he just couldn't recognize the taste in time.