I'm parked outside the local co-op right now, munching on a bag of chocolate covered almonds, typing this in my car. I feel blissed out because the dreamboat cashier called me beautiful.
There I was: two bags of chocolate covered almonds and a box of cereal cradled in my arms. Don't tell anyone, but I eat like a child. My inner 6 year old loves sweets, …
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