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| - The setting: Saturday night, post-hearty meal from Hana, and ready to catch a show across the street.
Feeling awesome, alive, and invincible (cue Taylor's 22)...let's go treat ourselves to dessert!
I take my spoon and scoop up the frozen yogurt.
My face flinches...something was rotten in the state of Denmark.
It tasted really tart. Sour. Like crinkle your nose sour. Not the regular tart that froyo has (and I've had many many yogurts in my day living in Los Angeles, Westwood, and Chicago), but the 'this has gone bad after too many days of non-refrigeration' tart. Like sour milk, tart.
I had my friends taste it, and they agreed that it was NOT a normal tartness.
Had to throw the treat away, such a shame...
But everything will be alright, if we just keep dancing like we're...22
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