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An hour later, I picked at arugula in the Garden Grill, wishing I’d gone with the “pizza” or “burger” suggestion instead. What did a few extra calories matter when it came to mending a broken heart? At least I could stuff carbs into the cracks. Shredded carrot? That just didn’t have the same effect. The restaurant was nice, though. Unusual, but nice. Whoever designed it had bundled four shipping containers together, two by two, and filled the space with plants. A small waterfall provided a soundtrack, and big skylights in the roof let in light from an overcast day.
My phone buzzed with a text from Johanna. Another kitten picture. She was stuck in Sri Lanka on a layover, probably sunning herself on a beach or shopping for local handicrafts—her apartment was full of knickknacks fr
