So there was this girl in college. Let’s call her “Sarah” since that was her name.
Sarah had dark brown hair and smelled like fresh green apples. I could tell because my pillow smelled like a spring orchard after she took a nap on it.
… What? This was all before my life went downhill, so let me indulge in this memory for a bit.
One day, she asked me what my hobby was… the most dreaded question a guy can get because what the hell is a hobby and where can I find one.
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