The Q Lab
Notes from a reluctant bookbinder
8.03.2008
french fries
we're at Stans.
Celia is proudly comparing her golden-brown, tanned arm with my wax-like one and pear's golden-but-not-quite-brown arm.
"okay, let's see," she says, "you're a mcdonald's fry, i'm a Stan's fry, and pear's . . . . a burger king fry."
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