A crinkled up note I found a half block away from my home in Seattle’s Capitol Hill neighborhood. It seemed to have been put on the windshield of a car and then discarded. We couldn’t quite decide on what “they” could be, except that maybe they were breast implants. And the Spaghetti Factory seems like a great place to ponder such things.
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