worked together dropping french fries, we'd never've been such good friends if we'd met at school, i was too rebellious & smart...he was way too cute-- & not quite smart enough. couldn't have been sweeter, though. i hope he still is.
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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