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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

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Bart picked me up at six as planned but with no plan for where we were going to eat.

“How about Bertucci’s?” Michelle suggested. She had grown her ringlety hair out gloriously and had adopted almost Ziggy-like dark eyeliner, giving her a more Bohemian look than she used to have. “I love their rolls.”

“But I don’t love their pizza, and neither does Daron,” Bart pointed out.

“Oh, right, I forgot you believe deep dish is a crime against nature.”