Stacy and I were supposed to have dinner with the old gang tonight. A few years back a group of 9 started a dinner club. The basic premise was a new restaurant every month recommended by a member of the group. Tonight, we were getting the gang back together.
Grayson made other plans. He was ruining a fever.
Plans change. We felt as though we couldn't leaveJimk
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