they'd have to admit they were broken. they pretended they were perfect and the rest of the world specifically me was broken. the price of being here is insanity. to be otherwise is to risk crucifixion.
so much left over lunch. no one liked the cold hard omelet. too much spinach and cole slaw with egg. quarter less diners tons thrown away. weird a piece of bread with jelly no butter. and the heels left in a bag on menu table.
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