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Descriptive Essay About Mya

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Mya and I always had this sort of tradition when the first of October settled upon us. Ever since freshman year of high school, we placed it upon ourselves to find a restaurant of café of some sort here in Haynes and enjoy a cup of hot cocoa. The air by that time was generally beginning to feel frigid, and to the two of us, that meant it was about time we break out the savory drinks, mini marshmallows, and of course, the sweet and frothy whipped cream. Thus, this year, we met at the Cabin, a small restaurant which sat on the border of Haynes and the Foxborough Woods. Large windows replaced the western wall of the quaint restaurant so the patrons of the Cabin may watch the Autumn trees and their leaves sway back and forth in the gentle breeze of this mid-afternoon. I ran my finger along the rim of the porcelain cup which sat in front of me, half empty of the chocolate beverage and completely drained of what whipped cream that had arrived with it. Compared to some of the other hot cocoa’s Mya and I had tasted over the previous years, this one was rather a letdown. Between its more watered down taste and the lack of marshmallows, I was sorely disappointed. Nonetheless, hot cocoa was hot cocoa, so I continued to sip away as did my friend. I watched as Mya sat upright in her chair and ran her fingers, whose nails were glossed over with a vibrant pink, through her blonde, bobbed hair. That was the signal that she was interested in starting a conversation, but if I knew one

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