Carla: Craves

Carla wanted the brine. The crunch. The sweet-tangy slap of vinegar on her tongue at an hour when most sensible people are dreaming of kale smoothies.

For me, that voice has a name: .

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I ate three. Standing up. No plate. No shame. Carla wanted the brine