I'm a guy at home and I'm making dinner for my girl. Now and then, she's making dinner for me. Sometimes we even eat out. No matter what, everyone's just cooking for Margy...
For the record, it's pronounced MAR-ghee, not MAR-jee.
I'm not even sure what we're looking at here. This was Margy's "business" dinner at her favorite Tibetan restaurant, the hip, low-lit downtown source of those delicious steamed momo dumplings.
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