That crunchy French toast at Sunny Side Up on a weekend midmorning, nursing a hangover with my best friend, rehashing the night before and planning the day together ope maybe I also miss youth
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Chloe N. Clark
I don't want to hear about your lost loves, tell me about the restaurant food that haunts you because you'll never be able to taste it again
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I can remember coming home from bars or restaurants and when I’d wash my hair the steam smelled like cigarettes.