Stealing is wrong. I know that. Stealing $2,500 worth of water bottle merchandise seems excessively wrong.
But I have a confession. I bought one of those coveted water bottles that every girl in America has or is risking felony to get. It’s orange and loud and weighs the same as a bowling ball. I have to carry it like a newborn baby safely tucked under my arm because I’m likely to bump into someone with the stainless steel bottle and unknowingly render them unconscious.
The water stays cold so long, I think the ice is afraid to melt. It rattles while I walk as if I’m fending off grizzly bears. I get a little brain freeze every time I take a sip. The straw makes sipping irresistible, but it slowly collects lip gunk on the rim. The feeling of seeing the lip gunk is akin to being 13 and getting your braces entangled with the blanket on the couch at your friend’s birthday party.
I LOVE IT.
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