I might as well continue this, right? After all, my only new year’s resolution is to buy sweatpants. I own sweatpants already, but I need a new pair. And, apparently, the athleisure thing has peaked, so maybe there are good deals on sweatpants now. Or even on companies that produce sweatpants. 1. Should we rename […]
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The house smells of baking, the scent of promise, a delivery into better lands. What’s the occasion? he asks. But she dare not tell him yet.
It was when their love felt institutional that he interrupted dinner and announced his intentions, and she said, Because I served leftovers?
Then the wind picked up and it started to rain. We scrambled to get the picnic covered and she lamented the waste. I let the quiche get wet.
I got stomach flu from dim sum and I called up the restaurant and got into an argument about gunpowder because the Chinese guy held a grudge.
We did not hold back in any way at the all-you-can-eat buffet and then for dessert she chose some fruit, and we broke up in the parking lot.
I told her I didn’t mean to call her fat, but my excuses buried me deeper in the mire, so I took her out for dinner. Which was not too smart.
We finished up with the all-you-can-eat buffet and I said, I don’t think I’m ever going to eat again and that’s when she decided to leave me.
We expressed our excitement in whispers. She pinched me because hours earlier I had asked her to. We ordered the hallowed food. It was bland.
He was falling in love with the sad girl. He said, I want to taste your sadness. She went away and came back with a plate of scrambled eggs.