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A waffle iron showed up on Curtis’ front porch a week ago, apparently mailed to him by an ex-girlfriend. He doesn’t know why exactly she mailed it. Perhaps she knew of his extreme fondness for breakfast and was trying to win him back. Or maybe she just had an extra one. At any rate, it’s…

Eye level with a dog in a sweater.

I love San Francisco.

I am exactly where I wanted to be.

Spicy peanut sauce with rice and pork.