Tag: catering
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the sandwich
I leaned my head down and heard my neck crackle like popcorn, after doing not a lot of anything. Yikes. I set my gaze hard my work list for the bakery and likened it to a ten-gallon bucket of clam chowder getting spilled in a kitchen that doesn’t belong to you.. like, it’s going under…
Solicitous Sociopath 