Whenever my friend and I leave New York City, if we want to eat a packed lunch, prepare it, or go empty-handed if it bothers us. We don't tell each other whether or not to bring a meal. As a result, there were times when there were 4 lunch boxes, 2 wine snacks, and a total of 6 lunch boxes overlapped. My friend brought warm vegetable soup in a thermos. as if she was running out of time, the potatoes are undercooked. How delicious those crunching potatoes were.
“A small woman eats a lot.”
While I was eating greedily, my friend told me. I put down my chopsticks as if I was sorry to eat too much.
"I guess I'm hanging out with the joy of eating outdoors."
I didn't feel when I was eating, but I think I ate too much. Anxiety about being unable to digest it overwhelms me. Stomach acid rises from the throat. The waistline is going to be straight like a drum.
The problem is that eating outside tastes so good. Besides, carrying wine in the back of the car is a real bonus. Put wine in a paper cup, cover it with a lid, drink like coffee, and snoop around an unfamiliar village. We chat while hugging a wooden power pole that we can't see in the city.
“Where did we go on our train?”
"where?"
"We thought we had a lot of time for the train, so we spread out our lunch box at the station and ate it. We saw a train that was about to leave while eating. The place where we ran to the train in surprise."
"Oh! Poughkeepsie."
"I went to Canada with my husband a long time ago and asked us why we had gone to Canada at the border checkpoint."
"We went to Canada for lunch."
I remember the check-in person smiling and telling us to have a good trip. We really crossed the border and only had lunch. I don't remember what I saw while traveling, but I only remember eating it."
I remember the place where I visited are should tell the scene where I ate. Otherwise, it's not easy to remember so many places. While we ate lunch box with my friend, 2022 years is diligently fly somewhere I don't know like an arrow.
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