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While I stand in a light rain outside Piewalker’s, the breeze carries the promise of sugary goodness. A real-life kaleidoscope, umbrellas bounce down the block, scurrying to hit crosswalks or grab the bus sloshing toward the stop. Luke’s crowd, though thinner this morning, will fatten up for lunch. Friday midday is always busy as folks head into the city center for shopping adventures. And the food truck made Portland’s Best Of list again—the mention in the Huffington Post’s recent article on the nation’s top 101 food trucks has been good too. All well deserved.
If he could just get Leia to stop making out with her random, spiky-haired boyfriends so publicly. I wonder what Christmas is like at their house.
Oh God. It’s Friday.
Dinner with my family tonight. With Luke.
Something sque
