A true pancake breakfast should be had family style. Sitting among strangers on a long table. On benches made out of a tree cut in half length-wise. In Wisconsin.
A true music lover should have a difficult time choosing which is better: Doolittle or Surfer Rosa.
A true cup of coffee is the color of wet sand. Best enjoyed among the scent of wet pine needles rotting on the ground.
A true love loves. And makes me toast in the morning even though I didn't ask for toast.
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