You'd think that a 25-year-old who recently moved to Manhattan would be out on town a Saturday night, possibly drinking Manhattans (tried that in Vegas once, a nice gentleman in a bar in Caesar's Palace sent them over to me and my friends. It was a nice gesture. The drink - not so much). Anyways, I'm not out getting drunk (this should make you very happy, mother), I'm reading a book I picked up at Barnes & Noble today. Education never ends.
This is me pretending that Barnes & Noble is a library.
This book got to come home with me. Let's see what truths and lies Mr. Lindstrom will reveal. Also, I'm a sucker for canned cherries and now I've found a candy that tastes exactly like them. As artificially heavenly as you can only imagine.
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