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"That one," I said, pointing to the lacinato, "has more iron. But the curly one is better for massaging into a salad."
The last class was held in a rooftop bar. Soft jazz. String lights. A dozen women in their forties and fifties, each one glowing with a strange, unapologetic joy. my cougar courses
The email arrived at 11:47 on a Tuesday, sandwiched between a grocery coupon and a LinkedIn notification. The subject line read: "That one," I said, pointing to the lacinato, "has more iron
I chose a tall, shy guy named Mateo, who was staring at two kinds of kale like they held the secrets to the universe. String lights
He looked up. His eyes were warm, curious. "Yeah? What got you?"
Simone gave us our final assignment: "Approach a man. Use everything you've learned. And for heaven's sake, don't pretend to like NFTs."
