Grease me up

The mush of dense grease held between buns, insipid, dissolved with chews. The lunch time hunger did not dissuade from consumption. Instead I switched from burger to fry, fry to burger to disguise the patty. I listened to Morrissey playing in the background and admired the whiteness of the room.

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