Milk...?
Mom: we might see the white stuff tomorrow
Me: *flashbacks of London* ...milk...?
Mom: Snow, Kaitlin, snow... .-.
London has scarred me :')
(There was a milk dispenser thingie at my hotel that said "the white stuff, we all have it" :))
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