When I was 30 years old, I finally drew all my memories onto those 32K pages. Looking at the comic book hero with a slightly blurred line combination printed in ink, I sighed at the familiar yet unfamiliar face. I patted my husband who was peeling an apple next to me and said, "I still like this look."
My husband had just finished peeling the apple, and as soon as I finished speaking, the "clang" sound of the fruit knife on the table matched it perfectly. He snorted, stuffed the whole apple into my mouth and warned me, "Quit your crappy job right away! Also, your body tells me that you only love people like me"...