Early in 2014 my friend Matt decided to move to Tampa. In the months that followed we would make plans to meet. We would normally catch up over lunch and I always took photos.
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Thrilled at Einstein Bagels. |
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Trying to find peace at Bikkuri Sushi. |
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Avoiding the paparazzi at Tijuana Flats. |
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Trapped in my apartment. |
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Trying to enjoy a hamburger at Checkers somewhere in Seffner after coming to rescue me from the highway after one of my tires exploded. |
Remarkably, after all this, he still agrees to meet up with me.
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