Now I need a picture of this pumpkin

I did a double-take. Yes, *exactly* like her. I was so surprised, I started to cry. I’m sure she was a real person, not actually a ghost. And that their likenesses a coincidence, and there was no metaphysical significance to this encounter. But wow. Emotions are wild.

But more likely I wouldn't go because the whole point of visiting another continent is to not be in America.

It goes in loops and loops like chocolate and caramel syrup.