Truffles Tragedy
I'm sitting here at the local coffee house preparing for my interview; when in walks your typical overly tanned, overly oiled gym bunny. Right down to the swish-swish pants.
Watching him inhale his breakfast muffin(s) wasn't fun. Oh no. The fun began once his fellow hopsters arrived and ordered their drinks.
"Anyone eating?"
The entire group, even the original, are dieting.
My eyebrows hit defcon four and the look I gave the inhaler? "I know what you ate this summer."
Watching him inhale his breakfast muffin(s) wasn't fun. Oh no. The fun began once his fellow hopsters arrived and ordered their drinks.
"Anyone eating?"
The entire group, even the original, are dieting.
My eyebrows hit defcon four and the look I gave the inhaler? "I know what you ate this summer."
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