Instead of being annoyed, Kazumi walked to a corner store and came back with two popsicles—purple and radioactive green. We sat on the car bumper, melting sticky juice on our fingers, inventing backstories for every car that drove by.
"That’s a runaway baker," I said about a van covered in flour. best day ever with kazumi
This is the secret ingredient. The thing that seals the into the history books. Instead of being annoyed, Kazumi walked to a