I got these lovelies at the market this weekend. The old lady at the stand wanted to sell me three bunches instead of one, and after a few rounds of negotiations she called me tough and a hardass. Sure, I heard that from students before, but they call everyone a hardass who doesn’t give them an A for having successfully turned 18 and found their way to the college campus. But from a seasoned market vendor I take it as a compliment.




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