baked rigatoni

Portland OR

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Mr. C.A.A., I keep swearing I won't go back to you. but some nights - much like tonight - the pangs are almost bad enough to send you a message. I don't know my wrong from my right anymore. Were you really all that bad? I really miss you. I'm sorry I ever took your baked rigatoni for granted. I thought about it on my walk home from work tonight and almost cried. You loved me so much.