I had a Peter's milkshake today. It was very cold, perfect for a hot day. It was also very thick, too think to drink through the straw. So I took the lid off and used the straw like a spoon. I scooped it and slurped it and licked it and gulped it. It wasn't quite an ice cream cone, and it wasn't quite a milkshake. It was a wondrous hybrid, perfectly balanced between liquid and solid. That is, until it started to melt. Then it became just an ordinary milkshake, and with a decided sense of loss, I sucked it dry.
But I decided in that moment that in a perfect world all milkshakes would be unsuckable.
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