I felt a soft tap on my shoulder as I flipped over the last burger on the grill. I didn’t need to turn around to know whose hand rested on my forearm. Her familiar touch broke my concentration instantly.
“Come with me.”
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I ran three miles for chocolate last Sunday.
Now I’m aware that this makes me sound extra greedy even as a “foodie,” so let me clarify. I ran for hot chocolate alongside thousands of other people on an early and windy morning in downtown Chicago. And it was so much fun!
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