Do you eat?
asks my mother.
Are you eating enough?
asks my father.
asks my mother.
Are you eating enough?
asks my father.
Yes,
yet...
I pass cows along the side of the road and dream of jumping on their backs and taking a bite out of them. I pass sheep and tell them how delicious they all look and how I would love to eat them all. Every town we come into we try and spy a BBQ where we could cook big hunks of meat over and the dollar is no longer our measured currency. Everything is talked about in terms of pork steak and donuts.
I pass cows along the side of the road and dream of jumping on their backs and taking a bite out of them. I pass sheep and tell them how delicious they all look and how I would love to eat them all. Every town we come into we try and spy a BBQ where we could cook big hunks of meat over and the dollar is no longer our measured currency. Everything is talked about in terms of pork steak and donuts.
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