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He wanders down endless rows of canned tuna and gallon jugs of mayo and comes upon a lady serving saltines and he says, I really need a hug.

The meal came to a close; they held hands, jointly pondering the idea of love. She ate the last bit of cake. I’ll never forgive you, he said

It’s called a macaron, he tells her. Don’t go all Cote D’Azur on my ass! she says. No, she doesn’t know what she’s saying. But it sounds hot