"What's your favorite food?"
"I don't have a favorite food."
He looked at her disbelievingly before she erupted into a fit of giggles.
He smiled at how young and pretty she looked.
"So you don't like food?" He asked.
She gasped in horror. "I like to eat everything! I love food. Food won't leave you and food is great. I just don't have a favorite because I like them all!"
He chuckled.
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Conto“they met at 3 A.M. in a diner for lonely people on isolated nights.” © tarjani #312 short story 2. 4. 15
