Drinking Chocolate Milk Out of Coffee Mugs. Daily.

We rode bikes and talked about bigger things in Centennial Park. Mr. Puerto Rico is an excellent surfer, skateboarder, songwriter, and he was salutatorian of his class. He gives off this little cousin-like aura, but it's honest, so the company is still worth the while. He stripped down and ran through the fountain at Vanderbilt. I said, "Maybe next time."

On the way home, I made an ice cream stop at the gas station off of twenty-fourth and wedgewood.

"Spoon?"
"What?"
"I said, do you need a spoon, or are you going to lick it out of the container?"

She smiled and so did I.