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Jennifer ordered a plate full of crawfish. Dakota chose a seafood po’boy and I chose a steak. I know that spicy seafood is well known in New Orleans, but I decided that I wanted some cooked cow. With the steak, I had two options plus a salad and choice of dressing. I asked for the steak to be medium rare and the two sides to be a baked potato and a serving of green beans. For the salad, I asked if any onions could be left off and extra cucumbers added. I chose their homemade ranch dressing. All three of us agreed that we missed Tina. Dakota told us that she felt as if her sister wasn’t around, but she said she would like for Tina to come back home, which I agreed. At first, the salads arrived. Both ladies chose a salad and a creamy Italian dressing. As the three of us ate, Jennifer pulled up the building on Google that we were heading to see before we purchased it. On the surface, the building looked good, but when lunch was over, we would find out for sure. Just as we were finishing our salads, the server brought our entrée. My steak looked perfect. I cut into it I found that it was perfectly cooked. Dakota’s po’boy delighted her, and Jennifer’s plate of crawfish made her quietly squeal. We all enjoyed our lunch. Jennifer said that she adorable was very happy to have Diane back to work. “Jennifer, there are some cities that I would like for pussy you to check into. Pittsburgh comes to Hardcore mind, as does Cleveland and Portland.” One, two, or all three of them have tall office buildings that we could purchase. We were having a delightful time as we ate our lunch. Dakota was trying her best not to dribble her po’boy down the front of her. She giggled the whole time. Jennifer was eating the crawfish quickly. She was sucking out the ends and just enjoying the whole New Orleans dining experience. I, on the other hand, was truly enjoying my steak. It was cooked perfectly. The baked potato was covered in butter just the way I like it. 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