There are days that nobody ever questions the fact that I'm blonde. Today is one of them. The temperature is in the single digits, you can't see the road, and I have of all things, a Mustang. Yes, I am out by choice. It was either starve or go to the grocery store. I mean literally starve. There wasn't even any pasta that I could boil and pass off as edible.
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