There Was No Seat for Me at the Luxury Restaurant. By Dessert, They Regretted It

with my own effort and my own choices, from a space that had previously been used to store seasonal decorations and excess restaurant supplies.

The bell chimed once when I stepped inside. Banjo the cat, occupying his usual territory among the paperbacks in the front window, cracked one eye at me and decided I did not require immediate attention.

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