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At last, Miriam had found the old cafe her Grandmother used to take her to. The owner’s son ran it now, but aside from that, it hadn’t changed at all. She spent about an hour there, finalising a draft of one of Sammy’s songs. She noticed that one of their paintings were for sale, so she bought it, even if meant that they couldn’t afford milk for a week or so. As Miriam left the cafe, she couldn’t help but feel slightly sad. She wouldn’t be able to return for a while, but it had been nice to go back.