late afternoon breeds paper napkin ideologies penciled out in cafe's. not the fashionable cafe's, soggy french toast cafes, where the edges of your plate smell like the waitress's last cigarette break. my order is less complicated than usual because ive been reduced by the setting, i want to call myself patty. patty blue elastic sweatpants.
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was it a diner in syracuse?
you should send your letter
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i would send it if freedom of speech was a reality. i would get bent over and violently fucked by the patriot act. :-/
(it should have been little gem, huh?)
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do you ever eat at longways?
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i'll hide you in the underground tunnel I've been building since I was five...it's pretty pimped out.
Your letter is fascinating.
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& thank you. =]
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