i hate the taste of the cookies. i also hate chinese-american food.
i live by the fortunes.
last week, i went with my family.
i went to open my fortune cookie.
so when the time came i was ecstatic.
i ate dessert for dinner.
tapioca pudding. chocolate chip cookies. jello.
crushed and mixed and pounded in a bowl.
then when the fortunes arrived,
i picked mine with a confidence, with a knowing.
you always know which is yours.
everyone picked the fortune that was destined for them.
rightfully theirs.
and alan picked one that said:
a cookie is everything to the hungry man.
which when i read i burst out laughing.
alan is always hungry. always looking to make the perfect meal.
it was
destiny.
fate.
it was
the magic of the fortune cookie.
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