Note: This is the second installment of a 3-part series that describes in vague detail the events of my Valentine's Day. On the Rennes campus, there are 4 cafeterias that I know of. One is enormous, 2 are little sandwich shops, and the fourth is like a really crappy, French DK's. Each has its pluses and minuses, and none serve the same thing. I decided to go buy a panini at the biggest one, go to the not-DK's for some barbecue sauce, then seat myself a sandwich shop to chat amicably with my friends. Sounds rather straight-forward, quoi? Mais non. The fates were not aligned this day, my friends. One was eating grilled sausage at non-DK's, one had a salad at a cafe, one skipped lunch, and the other was seated at a table alone all
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