Ribs were cooking and I know, I promised to cook things on low. But I set them on fire. They were ablaze. En fuego. There was just char and a little meat, so I bit off what I could chew and fed it to the dog. Don't be sore.
Photo - N
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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