Can you hear it? It calls to me sweetly as I drive home from work every day, tired and hungry. Hard to resist the siren call.
We will feed you fast. It smells good.
In this small town, there is no way to avoid them. They all line up, coming and going out of town. Such an attractive song. Like the sirens of ancient Greece, only dressed up in tacky signs.
Woe is me.
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