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Three Little Words

The good news: someone told me that he loved me today.
The bad news: it was some sketchy dude hanging out on 44th Street.

In other news, a family friend visited last night and I was reminded of how much I like La Nacional; this time, I got to taste the paella, which was so good that I kept scraping the pan to get all the crunchy bits at the bottom (I know this has a name, but I can't remember it -- can anyone help me out?).

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