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“I hate that I feel this pull toward him, but more than that, I can’t stand the fact that he hates me, and I don’t even know why.” —Georgia Wright
The wine bottle and grape decor really needs to be updated, the tables are too close, and the food really isn’t anything like the pasta found in Italy. But there’s no denying the softness of this breadstick.
The waiter rushes past our table and takes a step back when he notices our breadsticks and salad bowl are empty.
“Refill?” he asks.
“Yes, please,” I say with my hand in front of my mouth so as not to spray him with partially chewed goodness.
Ethel sits across from me and laughs. “How are you going to have any room for your meal?”
I shake my head. “I won’t. Don’t you see? That’s the beauty. I fill up on this delicious salad and yumm
