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Last night, I dreamed I was out on a date with an old high school flame to some ritzy restaurant in a posh neighborhood with its own personal theatre district. The food and service was amazing until that point where we got the bill and had to wait a painfully long time before we could get the attention of the waitress who had attended to us.
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