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Milk, bread, butter, juice, jelly cereal.. My life is my grocery list, seems like it doesn't change much even though the prices do. Like when I was around eight and unaware of our one bedroom room apartment being meager, but hated the liver and onions that I was supposed to be "thankful for". It was hard to be thankful for that iron filing bile in the back of my throat, but I understand now what it means to be hungry, and thankful. Eggs, cheese, grapes, bananas only if they aren't too green. I remember when milk was less than two dollars a gallon. When I had my first one bedroom castle where the one true queen came and cleaned my bachelor's crusted kitchen. Pasta, red wine, romaine, chicken. The first time I made a girl dinner I was 12, she was golden in the candlelight. When we walked outside in the firefly fall air, she showed me how you could eat a Honeysuckle and we kissed with petal soaked lips. I have not made my wife dinner in a while White chocolate, cream cheese, blackberries, shortbread cookies
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
Grocery List
Milk, bread, butter, juice, jelly cereal.. My life is my grocery list, seems like it doesn't change much even though the prices do. Like when I was around eight and unaware of our one bedroom room apartment being meager, but hated the liver and onions that I was supposed to be "thankful for". It was hard to be thankful for that iron filing bile in the back of my throat, but I understand now what it means to be hungry, and thankful. Eggs, cheese, grapes, bananas only if they aren't too green. I remember when milk was less than two dollars a gallon. When I had my first one bedroom castle where the one true queen came and cleaned my bachelor's crusted kitchen. Pasta, red wine, romaine, chicken. The first time I made a girl dinner I was 12, she was golden in the candlelight. When we walked outside in the firefly fall air, she showed me how you could eat a Honeysuckle and we kissed with petal soaked lips. I have not made my wife dinner in a while White chocolate, cream cheese, blackberries, shortbread cookies
daniel-sandoval
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 6:19 PM UTC
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