Alexandra and I went to breakfast at a southern style restaurant today because we were feeling sentimental. When we got there it was obvious that the workers were American. The first one was from New York and the owner was from a little place called Asheville. Small world! Alexandra and I spent the rest of our time there reeling from how bizarre the whole situation was. To celebrate the craziness we decided to go bloody Mary style. Go large.
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