Albuquerque’s Hottest Chili PepperEach Tuesday after school three hours after lunch three hours until supper I started my delivery route.
Here and there was a porch with a six foot strand of two hundred chili peppers.
One hundred and ninety nine is exactly the same as two hundred except that one’s even and the other’s odd.
It wasn’t stealing it was selective pruning. It wasn’t stealing it was complimentary testing. It wasn’t stealing it was advanced famine relief.
It wasn’t mild it was hellfire instant karma. It wasn’t mild I needed a hose at every house. It wasn’t mild it was Albuquerque’s hottest chili pepper.
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