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JoWe ended up in the little kebab shop on the other side of the road and ordered two menus with french fries, kebabs, and a soft drink. The whole place smelled of fries and charred meat, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
We sat down in one of the corner booths and I dug into my food immediately, hoping it would hold off the conversation. Ellie looked like she had a lot of questions but she patiently waited for us to finish eating. She slurped the last of her drink while I picked at the last cold fries on my plate.
She put her empty can on her tray and pulled out her little notepad that I gave to her for her last birthday. “This was good. For a place like this, it was nice and fresh. Good meat, good fries.”
“Good price too,” I added. “And the onion rings were very crispy.”
Ellie jotted her
