The other week, we went out for a walk. It wasn't raining yet, so we tempted the heavens and decided to sit outside at our local café and ordered two black coffees. We told the bartender that we'd think about food. We read through the menu, each mumbling our way through our options, meeting the other in the eyes, occasionally, to gauge the appetite. And…
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