he had the sweetest longest-lashed brown eyes i'd ever seen, was thoroughly wicked when it did the most good. he accidently took me to a strip club for our first date, then spent weeks making up for it. in spades.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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What a fabulous story.
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