Fisherman’s Wharf
When Sarah was here, she begged and begged to go to the fisherman’s wharf. I agreed that we could go, but declared that I would not like it and refused to have any fun. Truth be told, it was actually kind of enjoyable, but I pretended to have a terrible time so as not to send Sarah mixed messages.
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