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First thing, I hit up Hafnargata for breakfast. I’m talking about the best Icelandic pancakes ever. Like, fluffy clouds on a plate. But then, bam! My coffee spills all over my notebook. Ugh! I was so mad. I mean, come on! I need that for my writing.

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