Last night G called and asked where we should go for dinner. He suggested Mexican. I said "The last thing my waistline needs is an endless supply of chips, so let's do Berryhill's fish tacos---you know the one by Chili's?" He said fine, meet you there. After 10 minutes of waiting by the front door, I call his cell. No answer, as usual. He only uses
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