Well... Spit it out already.
Well... Spit it out already.
Churro has to be officially recognized as a religion after this game.
I gazed up at the enormous concoction of flour and cinnamon sugar. Forty years it had taken me to learn what kind of deliciousness was hidden beneath the batter. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of my nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. I had won the victory over myself.
I loved The Rally Churro.
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