What I’ll be eating in India. It says – Fried Doughnut Holes in Rose-flavored Syrup.

What I’ll look like when I get home.

2 thoughts on “Predictions

  1. She was a flower for the takin’, her beauty cut just like a knife…
    He was a doughnut hole from Macon, he swore he’d love her all a his life…

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