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Weeks ago, my large extended family and I were at a restaurant for a gathering, and you were sitting alone eating dinner. Somehow you ended up speaking to my Grandfather and the next thing we know you are cutting up his food for him. You sang a song quietly under your breath because he was from the old country. You disappeared before we could thank you. I think my family fell a little in love with you and maybe I did too. You were blonde and from Chicago, although I am not sure you were visiting or had moved here. If you happen to read this, please reach out. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Use the restaurant name as the subject matter.
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