Misfortunate
Naw.
"Let's go tomorrow. I don't look serious enough." Sa'ad' brow popped up, nearly up to his hairline. He shook his head and swung the wheel into the road to Central Area. We're obviously going to Ombre Cafe, it's our place, our favorite eat place.
We're that couple, the one that has a song, a restaurant, a pasta, a color, nearly everything. When he eats Elbow pasta he calls to tell me how he's eating our food without me. We're that couple.
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