The way she made the biscuits made my stomach hurl. The kitchen was dirty, her hair wasn't combed and the girl didn't even have a hair net on. I went to the manager and she looked the same. The same as the one chick serving me. Wall on the clock said it was time to leave but I had to stay despite of everything. Despite of everything because in a few ticks and a few there was someone coming in to see me. Coming in to see me. Lil ole me. Made me happy and beyond the words of happy but the thing is as my butt sinks slowly into the leather cushion and the taps of the computer keys fill the screen as sweet words collide. Collide as the ice is doing while blending into the warm cola of my thinned out drink. Thinned out drink? Or should I say watered down. Dang, my drink turning flat. Damn. Watered down like the funky finger waves in that ladies head who's sitting across from me. Dressed in all Purple, over there looking like freaking Barney. Got-damn! Got-daamm! GOT.....wel...
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