Pickles—A salty, sour treat that snaps crisply beneath my teeth. Last summer, Mia was obsessed with pickles. She put them in between every layer of hamburger, doused her hotdogs in relish. We shared dill spears like so many couples share spaghetti, and I relished in the feeling of her warm breath washing so close over me.
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Jokes, Riddles, and Other Philosophical Insights
SonstigesSo this is just for me to do whatever depending on the mood I'm in. It's a way to get my feelings out, and also a way to show you what kind of person I am. So I hope you enjoy this inside look of who I am, but please don't use it against me to do wh...
