Chapter 72
“Your mom tasted like… apples,” he said with such certainty that I knew, from that point on, I would never be able to eat Sugar Apple Bombs without thinking about the part of my mom I wanted to think about least.
Well, technically he said: “Your mom tasted like… apples,”
And then Blackjack’s remark was the folowing: “he said with such certainty that I knew, from that point on, I would never be able to eat Sugar Apple Bombs without thinking about the part of my mom I wanted to think about least.”
And sure enough, she cannot eat SABs in PH Speak. Kinda tragic really
“Your mom tasted like… apples,” he said with such certainty that I knew, from that point on, I would never be able to eat Sugar Apple Bombs without thinking about the part of my mom I wanted to think about least.
“Your mom tasted like… apples,”
And then Blackjack’s remark was the folowing:
“he said with such certainty that I knew, from that point on, I would never be able to eat Sugar Apple Bombs without thinking about the part of my mom I wanted to think about least.”