We met in Elephants & Bagels after the English lecture. She complimented my shoes. We got to talking. Neither of us had anything to do with the rest of our day, so we decided, after sitting and chain-smoking in Nicolson Sq. for as long as we could stand it, to do some shopping. And drinking. And what came of it?
A fur coat. Word.
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So I know the bagels in Scotland probably are not as good but what about the elephants.
They're both lousy excuses for what they are. Bring bagels when you visit.
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