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As we get out of the cab, I finish texting everyone my new phone number.
The place we end up is one that Hillary describes as a raw vegan restaurant. She swears it will be the best meal I’ve had in years, but as I look at the menu, I’m rather skeptical. As expected, they have many salads, but I’m surprised to find that they have other options as well.
“I guess I’ll order coconut water for now,” I say to the dreadlocked waiter who smells suspiciously like weed.
“That’s an excellent choice, full of electrolytes. It’s very good for you,” Hillary says, smiling. “I’ll have the same.”
“I’ll also get the spiral zucchini pasta with cashew-nut Alfredo sauce,” I say hesitantly. This is the most promising-sounding dish on the menu, but that’s not saying much.
“You should leave room for desse
