argentinian dj/soccer player. called to say he missed me 4 hours after we met. made me dinner & we danced to sinatra. the end of the whirlwind romance came when he called me his "little woman." with a straight face.
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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There you go again, taking us through an entire film in 40 words. Bravo!
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