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hamburger with sweet pickle and homemade potato bun


There is a hamburger place, a good one too, just a few yards from our building's front door, maybe more than a few yards, still it's hardly exigent to do this. 



Chosen for its plump pomposity.



Tarragon. It's so bright. And it just sits there waiting to be used and I hardly ever do then finally concede and go, wow this is wonderful.


"I'd like to meat up with you sometime."

     "Ok. Now!" 



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