Don't you just want to dab your finger over one of those flaky crumbs?
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About Me
- Cryin'
- C. and R. met over a story. It was in graduate school, after a class, while R. was waiting for the bus. Later, at a bar named Babe's, they made a deal before closing time to swap works of writing. The conversations about writing, literature, books, the best cup of coffee in town, and the things that make us curious and the things that make us afraid haven't stopped since.
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