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You’ve got it
all wrong!
she snapped
as he cut
the spud
julienne.

I want
crinkles
not shoestrings!

He cut
patiently
each stick
just like
the last.

“We always
have crinkles…”

Sea salt
sprinkled
generously

Her nose
wrinkled
disgustedly

“Tonight
I want
shoestrings.”


R L Raymond