tongue splinter.

I love seemingly endless Fruitwood salads that are already chopped up for me so I can hold my book and eat with little effort. I love the breeze that blows through this patio as if on the sea and not Kennedy. I love the wooden forks but I fear a tongue splinter would ruin my good mood.

I thoroughly enjoy each song that plays. Maybe because it’s a break from the store’s ipod.

A guy my age walks by and waves until I look up from my book and smile. The smile lasts a few minutes longer.

I get a bite of aged cheddar and it’s so lovely but I’ve always had a hard time when I think about how old aged cheese is. It makes me uncomfortable. But I’ll take uncomfortable deliciousness any day.

My point: I highly recommend Fruitwood.

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