Thursday, September 30, 2010
Lunch time
A.R. and I meet at the microwave. She pulls out her leftovers as I'm putting my lunch in to warm.
"Whatcha eating?" she asks.
"Potato."
She looks down and wrinkles her nose: "What's wrong with it?"
"It's a potato from Wendy's. It's inherently wrong."
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