I cannot imagine any other circumstances when I would fantasize about the desirability of but a plain old glass of cold tap water. Such a mundane desire to hold high in my list of cravings, an object I savored a thousand times before without a second thought.
Differing situations do make for odd bedfellows, when aqua is more desirable than fine wine, or for that matter my absolute favorite, a mug of nicely warmed café banc.
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