We sought a shady bench close to the Manhattan end of the Williamsburg Bridge and the one we found was on Bialystoker Avenue, who has ever heard of that, O. and I ate our peanut and sunflower butter sandwiches while K. ate warm mayonnaise. I love her; I don’t understand her. The peach was amazing, nectarines got them same report, then O. and I played a phone game while K. took a nap, cooler in the shade.

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