Like I said before, he's my new boyfriend. Wonderful softball questions over the plate. Asks me why I want to serve on the court, but is sure to warn me not to call it an intellectual feast.
Speaking of feasts, I'm getting pretty hungry, so as soon as Jon lets me out of this embrace, I'm going to go get a bowl of that famous black bean soup.
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