we sashayed down the sidewalk, diane’s arm wrapped around mine. i held the diner door for diane to enter, and she burst in as if she expected silver trays filled with every kind of hot dog and condiment to greet her. something told me she had never been in a place like this before…after sighing heavily she called out to the rather cavernous space, ‘i need a hot dog! someone, anyone, please bring me a hot dog!’
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tim gunn, diane von furstenberg loves wieners