Meedle graduates, and I get blueberry pancakes in a diner.
Meeds!
And directly after I spent a few days in New Bedford with the gurl. We bummed about the apartment, sitting outside and tending the garden; taking naps and rough-housing with roommates and chatting and you know. This pizza, though, was somehow disappointing, though mushroom is my absolute favorite kind...
Somehow, li'l bins of butter such as this leave my stomach with a curved feeling.
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