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  • One morning, you finally admitted:
    "I know this great American breakfast place."
    there was some silence
    and then a burst of anger and anxiety
    as we begged you, "Please for the love of God, take us!"
    "How far is it?" I asked.
    "Just a few minutes walk."
    We should have known better.
    This is Gabriel we are talking about.
    We walked for what felt like hours.
    Which was probably only really 10 minutes.
    And we ordered like starved capitalist starved Americans
    Bacon and waffles and pancakes...
    You kept this secret from us for at least 6 months
    and it only took us one bite to forgive you.
    Americans. And their pancakes.
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