What I would like to do with you would make a grown person blush. Or maybe not. I would eat a bowl of Frosted Flakes with milk, outside, on the porch, in the heat of August in the midst of a summer that feels more like childhood than childhood ever did. I would slice the extra loaf of sourdough bread I bought in a frenzy at the farmers market and put it…
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