I don't know why I like to torture myself. For some reason, I felt by going to a Haitian restaurant it would make me feel closer to Max. Here I am in the restaurant surrounded by Haitian artwork and pictures and all I can think about is Max. I'm with a co-worker and I wish Max was there instead of her. I wanted to know what Haitian food looked like, what would be on the menu. I ordered stewed goat. The restaurant experience was bittersweet. I told my co-worker how I tried to cook a Haitian meal for Max and and it wasn't clear to him until he drank the cremace or kremas. Then he was like oh you are trying to cook a Haitian meal.
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