Amorino Pizza with figs.
Blue Marble Coffee Ice cream with hot fudge.
Trees blown about in anticipation of more aggressive behaviors.
2 Peronis served and drank out of a wine glass.
Brooklyn night.
I know I'm getting older. Getting ready for the ice cream.
It's why New England is littered with ice cream shops. They are the Northeast's strongly puritanical answer to Europe's pubs and beer halls.
The day will come when all that is left to savor is a cold and sweet diversion from waiting. The rest of the day and evening will diffuse to blankness.
It doesn't sound so bad.
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Don't ever stop biking Mark - you'll be 200 pounds inside of a year.
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