If you’d told me back when H.’s article blew my mind that I’d one day be having late brunch with her along with our respective partners in part to exchange baseball tickets, I would have said you were full of a kind of wish I wouldn’t dare to wish. And yet! There we were in revitalizing (maybe) (nah, I doubt it) Detroit, spending Detroit prices for NYC brunch food. Divine!
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