May 10, 2010
She sidled past the desk, furtive glances, searching for an approving gaze, but the boy at the desk was transfixed on food. New York Times dining section had him salivating, and she wasn’t a trout meunaire or Emerillian banana cream pie.
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Aristotelean Thomist; dabbler in the epicurean and sartorial arts; sworn enemy of wasting my time.


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