'Tis cool you finally found the name of the "carrot cake" place, but I will admit that a small, twisted part of me wanted you to never find it again, so you continually (or as long as you're in Seattle) bring people after people to Kirkland on this never-ending voyage, to the point where we fast-forward to a significant amount of time later and you're dragging across the streets of that town with bags under your eyes and in tattered clothing, pestering otherwise unwilling tourists with a crazed look mumbling "caaaarrrroootttt caaaaakkkeee".

I also have an overactive imagination and am suffering from a severe, momentary lack of caffeine and sleep(I had a 7am meeting this morning in Tukwila), so take all of this with a grain of salt.

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