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I was telling Patty earlier that when I started blogging some six years ago, I was so addicted to it that I wanted to write about every small thing that happened to me. I was writing about the littlest details about what I liked about girls, about the shallowest mistakes by my professors, and the [...]

I thought about not trying Figaro’s spaghetti because, well, I thought that if one wanted to have pasta for lunch, he’d look for a nice Italian restaurant to get it, and not some coffee shop. I’m glad I snapped out of that hesitation and spent my noon just one floor below our office, where Figaro [...]