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| I walked to the westside of NYC and joined my son for breakfast in a diner, of all places. |
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| I am convinced I am either invisible or don't speak the same language the waiter hears. I said, loud and clear, I thought...no potatoes. So why were they lying next to my spinach and feta very very well-cooked omelet? Why? The waiter was friendly...enough. |
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| I managed to muster up enough will-power not to eat them! Go Jane!!! Now for the tour...xoxoJaneoxox |
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