Seeing this model in this outfit should have made me triple my Atkins efforts.
Instead, I race The Major to his Benz, then demand a double order at In-n-Out. Heaven, with toasted buns.
We sit on red plastic chairs and discuss. He has many admirers, and – therefore – claustrophobia. I’ve started being a flirt again, and now that it’s working, I’m scared.
“You only take the ones who are taken,” he says. “You can’t deal with a real possibility.”
Subject change: did you know there are Bible Verses on In & Out soda cups? Here was mine:
“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
We stared at the our root beers, shocked for a minute, then laughed uncontrollably. The rest of the night, we quoted Clueless.
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I do not understand why there are no In & Out Burgers on the east coast. I eat there most everday when I am in L.A. (so it is probably for the best there aren’t any here).