The plan was to cookout on the roof tonight and no amount of fog would slow down the insatiable urge Victor has for fine beef patties and brats. It was a nice ambience, and strange to know we're surrounded by the hustle/bustle, but unable to see any of it. I could barely see my burger. I almost chewed off Yuula's foot.
The cook, the "friend"
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