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bijouxbroussard · F
At a cafe called Mama’s. Not sure whose “mama” it was, but she’d taught no one manners. There were inky, dirty finger prints on my plate with the food, when I asked the waitress about it she rolled her eyes, picked up the plate, wiped it with my napkin and then slammed it back down on the table in front of me.