Day 51I cycled to Manuka again and had a hot chocolate in the same cafe where The Writer always sits - in the corner, ever so evenly writing pages in a diary, never pausing to look around. I'm so glad I have no need to be dating - it can be so awkward. This conversation seemed very stiff. 10 km
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The Writer was probably writing "I sat in the cafe where the artist always sits, looking around and drawing whatever catches her eye". Yes, thank goodness no more of those dating agonies.
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