Potato Bravery
I was in Valencia, on holiday with the girls. We were at a tapas restaurant. My friend was hungry and wanted to order something. I wasn't, so I didn't order anything.
My friend ordered patatas bravas. When they arrived, they looked so good. I reached across for one. My friend batted my hand away. “Get your own,” she said.
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