Fast Food

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2:17 am. I switch on my brights and drive slow

Along a road I killed a deer on once.

I hang a right past the Best Buy and Dollar Store and Taco Bell.

After I fumble my order, the man asks me can I pull up to the window.

He has tattoos on his neck and fingers and is super friendly.

I apologize and he informs me that there is an upcharge for the shake and that fries come with my meal.

I finish the burger in my car while listening to voicemails.

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