Bowling alley daydreams suck me in as my hopes sizzle under fresh-made fries. I feel another paperback romance coming on, and I can’t help but watch myself fall in love with her punk rock gown and lemonade laughter. She takes a photograph of my peculiar smile and I ask her why she bothers (as I check my shirt for honey mustard stains.) I wonder if
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you managed to work in bowling AND honey mustard...
two of my most favorite things.
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Bowling alley fries with honey mustard are unparalleled.
~Sasa
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