You know how I always say slow down and looked around sadly? Well, that might not apply for this next morning, just as it seemed to me.
We were supposed to be on our way to the house, now. And as we walked past, we heard the door open. Suddenly, I felt the door slam. And we heard a muffled shriek from the back and the floor. We were inside The Great Gatsby!
(Bent of breath) My God, my baby!
(Giggles loudly) This baby would be good.
[And it goes with the salad here. Yeah. The filling. I don't know. I'm doing exactly what you're doing. You gotta be kidding me. How is he gonna eat that? So it's almost like a lettuce wrap.]
[It's like a little hidden gem in the neighborhood. Yeah. And a Minneapolis butcher... The past was finished; let the dead bury their dead. ...cranking out cold cuts minus the meat. I'm impressed. I'm trippin'.]
[Temperature is rising but the odorous way. Will bury us alive in what we throw away. If we don't reuse most of our debris. Our kids can't go with a carbon copy.]
[Pick up Hapa. So many different explosions of flavor mixed together. I just want to live until I can’t anymore. I'll be asleep. There's more show to do.]