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I come across a food diner on my journey. I step through the door. The sunset peaks above a crisp cliff, Showing its edges and imperfections. A bell sings as I enter. As soon as I enter the stench of fried shit and grease fill my nose. The walls are filthy and stained with ketchup, mustard and vinegar. A middle-aged women and what I'm guessing is her father, sit in a red leather booth. Another male teen sits on a high top stool with his laptop placed on a window shelf. He has headphones, glasses that are too big for his head, a white t-shirt covered by a white and brown flannel and light blue jeans. good outfit if you ask me. He looks very focused on whatever he's doing. I walk towards the counter where a worker sits on his phone. I stand at the counter hoping he'll lift his gaze. He doesn't. I tap my fingers near his arm and drag him out his thoughts. He looks at me with a inattentive face.
"What can I get for you?" he murmurs, his eyes due shutting.
" I'll take a hamburger, 90 cents right?" I say. He stares at me while chomping his chewing gum vigorously.
"uh huh". I wait at a double table for my meal. I play with the ketchup packets while I wait. The guy slams my burger on the table. I see the greasy juices oozing out the monstrosity. As I stab my teeth into the burger I feel the juices climbing the areas around my mouth as I chomp.
I follow the road for around forty five minutes. My arms sag and my mouth is dry as sandpaper. A piece of scrap cardboard is placed underneath a fallen log. I write the words "ride?" on the board.
