I had this fantasy: a pumpkin patch, a beautiful fall day, my little pumpkin. So I hunted, and found a real live pumpkin patch, in Staten Island, believe it or not.
So we crossed the Verrazano and found the place. Took a shuttle bus to the farm.
Maybe it was a bit of a sham. There's something very suspicious when pumpkins aren't attached to vines. 
Still. Beautiful fall day, cutest pumpkin in the patch. It's all about plausible deniability. Right?
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cute pics- cute story- but really J., straight to the hair salon for you. NOW.
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