It was so rare! So fine! So red! It was somewhere between bleu and rare. I don't know whether I trust my grocer enough to eat anything bleu. Otherwise I'd make filet américain sometime. Otherwise I'd eat my steaks bleu. Otherwise... Well, let's just say this world is too grand to be dealing with so many counterfactual conditionals.
And now I am drinking Old Portrero (cut with a little water, of course).
I am so awesome, it's like being in love, except it's simply the state of being me! Well, maybe I'm in love with modern moonlight! I'm in love with Massachusetts! I'm in love with the radio on!
And how are you, Dear Reader?
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