Red Like Roses: A Love Letter to Solo Cups

Are you blushing? I can never tell, but that is one of the things I love about you. Red like roses, red like cinnamon candy….red like my blood that pumps for only you. You may not have the body of a model, but my God do you know how to use what nature gave you; no I’m not talking sturdy, we both know you aren’t that…I am talking functional. Some people think it is whether you see the glass as half full or half empty, but you and I know it is what’s inside that counts. That’s right, appearance is one thing but what you hold inside of you makes me happier than you could ever imagine; and baby, that means something.



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