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July 23, 2015
They spent the night dancing to FOB songs. In the morning they craved for bacon and egg so they headed for their favorite breakfast place. Nothing could beat a good fried rice, he says. She nods and sips the best coffee. Everything about this neighborhood is the best. They've been friends since they were six and their old haunts that exist to this day are things that neither of them could think of replacing. Maybe there is a better fried rice somewhere else? He doesn't want to know yet, for now he likes this fried rice, eating it with her.