@17, shared a 1-bedroom apartment- he got the murphy bed in the living room. our place was a wild gathering spot for shenanigans, most including tequila. we often threw water balloons out the window to splat in front of passer-by.
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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@17 is pretty clever for the word count, my friend.
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