Even Autocorrect Thinks I’m Boring
It’s Saturday night and we live in the suburbs. I feel like we actually live in the suburbs of the suburbs, in the bedroom community of a bedroom community, it’s like a pyramid scheme of picket fences. I worked all day, we attended a dance recital and then we went to a local place we love because delicious berry mojitos and chicken wings. The last time we went there we hatched a not-entirely-well-thought-out plan to launch a food truck business where we only sold melted cheese and we would call it Fondude.
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