he's the man with the perfect job.
and in the same vein:
"my tongue soon became thick with honeyed anaesthetic and i nearly started talking to the rearing horse sculpture in my delirium."
i understand this woman completely. she's one of us. . .
for those seeking a stroll down memory lane -- this is what we got at otto's diner when i was wee chil' in kansas if we was lucky. . .
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