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I didn’t tell the whole story of the diner. I wrote the part of the day that was beautiful and I omitted the part that made me uncomfortable. sigh… Here’s the missing memory: After David and I were seated in the restaurant and I had ordered coffee (which did not come right away), we looked at the menus to order. I was waiting for David to order because money was only a distant memory for both of us and I didn’t want to overspend. He had said he was buying me breakfast, so I wanted to order something that was the