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I Tried to Land a Date From a Street Sign
We sit around the dining room table on the cusp of the itis. Somehow we gather enough energy to keep the party going into dessert—homemade flan. I slide my spoon into the substance. I’m a picky eater with immature taste buds. I already know the outcome. I do not repeat. “So, y’all got any friends,…
Lover of naps, Old Bay wings, and R&B things. Author of I Don’t Want To Be Your Bridesmaid. IG @adinathewriter