Tag: Miss T’s

When I first met him, he scared me. Suited and slightly aloof, I didn’t interact with him much and so I didn’t get to see the man inside the suit. The man inside the suit took time to tell me the ingredients of his epic curry, to make sure it was gluten free and I could eat it. He did this for the 2 other curries he introduced over time. He wanted to make sure I’d be fed. I’d only been going to Miss T’s for a few weeks when the demo butt couldn’t make it in for a workshop.
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