Last month, we took a trip to Belgium. While there, we sat down for a dinner at an Italian restaurant in Brugge's Grote Markt. Not wanting to wear my hat indoors, I placed it on my knee when I sat down. Natasha asked me to switch seats, so I stood up and switched seats with her.
We ordered and the waiter brought out two plates of garlic bread. Tasha's pasta was tasty, but my...
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