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Feb. 22nd, 2005 10:54 amThere was a bar I used to go to, all the time, with Michael, and we were friends, as much as patrons can ever be, with the staff there. Eventually the bartender married the waitress and decided to have a baby. The bar closed, Michael didn't tell me until after it had happened, and I never saw them again.
Except I just ran into her, and her three-year-old a block from my house. They've opened a bread shop in Essex market and the little boy's name is Riley.
At least some sledgehammers are delightful.
Except I just ran into her, and her three-year-old a block from my house. They've opened a bread shop in Essex market and the little boy's name is Riley.
At least some sledgehammers are delightful.