In my mind
Everything She Wants is wedded to a plate of nachos I ate on the east coast. It was playing as we ate and I was happy. They had zucchini and a certain cheese sauce on them. I admired a Velvet Elvis painting and waved at the guy in the kitchen when we left. They were just
really good nachos.
Also, ha ha, doppelgangers in the left corner!
I wonder who they were...
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