I call it Blue Friday after a crazy week. Too much travel. Too much conflict. Too much clutter. So I’m heading downstairs to grab a Subway six-inch club for lunch (it’s been a long haul, guys) and what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a vision of a totally new food truck parked outside the building.
I run upstairs to find Zany. She’s MIA. The story is she got married a couple of
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