On the train, there was a girl carrying one of those Madewell New York state tote bags, and for a while the only bit that was visible was a corner that said, “You can thank Rochester for s’mores!” and it took me an embarrassingly long time to realize it meant Rochester, NY, and not Mr. Rochester, like, maybe there’s some apocryphal side-plot of Jane Eyre where Rochester invents s’mores? While toasting marshmallows, over the fire set by his crazy attic wife, I don’t know, in between the times when he’s busy knocking his eyes out? S’mores.
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goldenmesh said:
I think the same thing would’ve happened to me. #What did Casaubon ever do for the snack world?
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