January 2011
“I walked to the window, stared out to catch a glimpse of nature’s beauty. I was scared when I noticed that it wasn’t a window but merely the sneeze guard at the buffet line at the cheap pizza joint. The pepperoni looked cold and sad. My feelings were now crushed like bread under the weight of a frozen turkey. There was no turning back now.”
—Warm Sundays in November - author Chris Williams (via zombiesstolemyfries)
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He. Is. So. Cute.
