I never came 100% fully clean with Reid. Unless he reads my blog, of course. Which reminds me.

"I've got to go," I say, finishing my fries and placing a fiver on the table. "I want to update the blog while it's still fresh in my mind."

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There's a place I've always loved. Growing up here, in San Francisco, going to the Ferry Building, and the farmer's market there Saturdays, was a fun trip with the family. We shopped the bustling food stalls, then my Mom and Dad would cook us a delicious dinner from whatever was in season.

On Sunday mornings, the scene is pretty dead. But the good coffee place is open early.

I'm reviewing everything that happened last night. I'...

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