The SunsetMark Yakich
While hiking up a tall hill in Berkeley, California, with my French friend Severine, we decided to steal a couple of plums from a neighbor's tree. We couldn't agree on whether the red or the yellow plums would taste best. Finally I snapped off a couple of the yellow ones. Severine knocked them out of my hand sending the plums down the hill. We watched them roll and roll down and down until they were out of sight. We joked that they rolled all the way into the Bay. Then she knocked me to the ground and made love to me like something she forgot on her to-do list. One month later we married so that she could get a green card. A month after that I discovered that she was already married to someone else in order to get a green card. I asked her about this on our honeymoon night while we were playing Monopoly. She had Boardwalk and Park Place and all the yellow and green properties too. I was pissed. I told her I couldn't be the boot anymore.
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