What about ditching everything today and going back to the place where prices on restaurants did not matter, we made barbecues at the beach, the aussies were soccer-fighting the japanese and our parties required to wear a hat?
Guess it doesn't work that way. There should be a travel agency where you could pick the best of your life and spend vacations (say, a week) in a happy memory.
I miss that sunny piece of life. I miss sausages with mustard, the Godfather, and specially your at-work picnic basket. I miss you sweetheart!
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