Tuesday, July 28, 2026

Story time

One time, a girl I went to middle school with came to my restaurant and I served her party. Her sister was there. Her sister asked what my sister was doing now because they used to be friends. I had to report to this table of 4 that my sister was dead now. I never saw them again. 

I think about this interaction now and it makes me sad. I had to tell this little girl the truth, though. Life hurts.

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