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London“I can fall apart when he’s gone. But, right now, I just want to love him.”
—London Wright
Fake green vines border the window, circling around it like an epic Pinterest fail. The bright sunlight streaming in accents the years of dust coating the leaves. Even from where we sit a few tables away the layer of gray is evident. I’ve never understood the point of plastic foliage. It surely doesn’t make this place seem any more Italian, and apparently, it’s difficult to keep clean. I briefly close my eyes and focus my attention back to my tablemates before I start to fixate over the hideous wallpaper that’s covered in bright purple grapes. Senor Abelli is lucky that he’s one hell of chef, or he’d be out of business with such atrocious decor.
“Let me see your ring again,” I say excite
