I ate two teaspoons of Jif peanut butter mixed with honey. I went to the Quill office, talked with Chris, and then drove to the town Square where I noticed a light on in the building previously housing café 37. I stopped, and Devin from Caulfield opened the door. I said, “well, curiosity, killed the cat.” And she said, a new steakhouse will be opening soon. Goodbye “Harry’s” and hello “Devin’s.” I wished her all the luck in the world and told her I would be seeing her soon.
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