I know a girl who needs friends and love. She invited us to dinner—she's made other invitations before that I haven't been able to accept—and initially I didn't know if I would be able to take her up on this one. I had been fed brunch, lunch, and dinner. This was second dinner. I was a stuffed pepo [noun:
an indehiscent fleshy one-celled
many-seeded berry (as a pumpkin, squash, melon, or cucumber) that has a
hard rind and is the characteristic fruit of the gourd family]. More specifically a pumpkin. When we showed up, I knew it made a difference, and that's why I love today.
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