#and yeah!!!!

Who needs sleepnwhen ya have toness of driksks andddddd

thinking very fondly of the bakery that was a twenty minute walk from my house in providence, and my years-long ritual of going every couple saturdays to eat their insanely good chocolate almond croissant -- which had very fine layers and thick sweet ground almond paste, almost like marzipan, running along the bottom, and read a book, and watch a flood of people come in and out for hours. on the walk home, i would often be struck by tiny, precious things: a tree crowned with completely golden leaves, or a father’s hand engulfing his son’s as they walked down the road, or young girls from the ballet school next door jostling each other in line, or the community and peace of going in the other direction and arriving at the farmer’s market, always a little too small to get what you needed and yet full of artists and dogs and spring sun. i wiped out on the ice a couple times on the corner in the winter. i went there with M during the good times and the bad. i never got anyone else to confirm that the chocolate almond croissant was the best one they’d ever had, but i know it was.

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