[ sometimes it's really difficult to avoid gravitating to the big, shiny, loud fairground hanging out at the end of the pier. this is where alex has found herself for something like the third time already.
she has a huge pretzel in one hand and a pot of what looks like Very Not Real Yellow Cheese in the other, and is staring at the dip like she's not sure if she's really into it. ]
week 6, tuesday
she has a huge pretzel in one hand and a pot of what looks like Very Not Real Yellow Cheese in the other, and is staring at the dip like she's not sure if she's really into it. ]