I feel like he lied to me. He didn’t. I don’t even know the guy. But I was rolling towards Bakersfield, past signs for pistachios, then almonds, then pistachio wheels, then almond wheels, then the signs started getting desperate—pistachio almond wheels. Pistachio cakes. Almond cakes. Pistachio almond cakes. Pistachios that do a little dance. Almonds tha…
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