A late, late, late lunch. On a different day even. When the restaurant is closed. And the friend you were going to meet for a meal died years ago in a boating accident.  
 
Does food even exist anymore? Dab some protein wisps under your olfactory avenues and close your eyes, remembering the simpler times, when people were people and cakes were cakes.

A late, late, late lunch. On a different day even. When the restaurant is closed. And the friend you were going to meet for a meal died years ago in a boating accident. Does food even exist anymore? Dab some protein wisps under your olfactory avenues and close your eyes, remembering the simpler times, when people were people and cakes were cakes.

A late, late, late lunch. On a different day even. When the restaurant is closed. And the friend you were going to meet for a meal died years ago in a boating accident.&nbsp; 
 
Does food even exist anymore? Dab some protein wisps under your olfactory avenues and close your eyes, remembering the simpler times, when people were people and cakes were cakes.

That's Where They Keep It

Hints of ethically ambiguous conversation, sexually charged giggling, and fresh strawberries.

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That's Where They Keep It

That's Where They Keep It