Memory lane

In the restaurant yesterday, I found a table for myself ,searched the menu, down the memory lane. I was about to ask you If I can ordered this but you are too far away from it, so I tried to end my sentence too quickly and asked the waiter for check. On the quarter mile past my home, there is a bench where I sat and a nonchalent air touched me, in that moment, I breathe.

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