17 March 2008

Peanut Balls And The Kindness of Strangers

The beautiful lady living next door to my friend one day caught me climbing up the apartment stairs. "Come here!", she commanded. And so I did. She was clutching a steel jar full of homemade sweet peanut balls, one of which she shoved onto my hand. It was objectively delicious, and doubly so because of the random kindness.

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