Got up this morning ready to have leftover duck panang for breakfast. Once I started to dig into it, I saw that the restaurant had given me Sandy's leftover salmon. I sent an email to let her know before she opened her lunch today. The rest of our correspondence went this way.
"So how was the salmon?"
Pretty good, actually.
"As was the duck!"
Tonight I had a really pleasant burrito dinner and conversation with my friend Kevin, followed by more coversation at a nearby coffee shop when the restaurant closed, followed by more conversation and window-shopping when the coffee shop closed.
Purple Punk Rocker from Atlanta, Georgia. Now just a faded Goth Ghost in High Point, North Carolina. Missing my old haunts while looking for a new one.
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