It's a miracle! Minutes before my merch task I walked a short distance outdoors and through sun glare. It felt as if the light were incising my head, and a migraine was born. Looking wretched, I soldiered on, not caring that I likely would be mistaken for a customer mess, and hoped that I could complete my task before the cleaning crew came along and swept me away from the place.
As it turned out, due to circumstances unknown, the task was not possible and I and my migraine were free to leave almost immediately.
My garden in England is full of eating-out places, for heat waves, warm September evenings, or lunch on a chilly Christmas morning. (Mary Quant)
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