By: Gabrielle McLaren, Editor-in-Chief Before Starbucks takes me in the dead of night and disposes of my body with such corporate efficiency that it’s never found, hear me out. I get it, pumpkin spice is delicious. I hear you: I had a pumpkin scone as soon as those little orange fucks made their way into pastry cases across campus. I’m not opposed to pumpkin spice: it signals the arrival of my favourite season to the extent that it provokes a Pavlovian reaction deep within me. But why stop there? Why are we all assuming that our palates peaked at pumpkin? Where…
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