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October 25, 2016
Day 2,022. I keep a journal of "bests" now. You might remember that elusive evil garlic bread that we never found again. It was so good. It's still the best garlic bread I've encountered in my life. Soft and gooey, melts in your mouth, warm and full of character, like a sassy aunt, a firecracker of a woman, gentle yet spectacular. Goddamn that garlic bread was evil. We didn't speak to each other for two days because we were mad at each other for not taking note of the restaurant's name or address. We believed we had enough time.