Darker the breading became, the hungrier I grew. The spices, the zest. Yes. The heartburn and eventual later pain, even a future death of a heart attack as I drive my car off a bridge, they will all be worth it for this taste.
Photo - S
Words - S
She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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