Girls

These are some wonderful friends from work. The other night, after we were all done with our shifts, we headed off to another restaurant where another friend is a waitress. We, of course, compared the food, menus, waitresses, etc. to 'our' place.  
We all felt large afterwards, so we went on a walk. Leah is on the left (she is a waitress) and Sharon is on the right. (She doesn't work there anymore.) 

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