A stranger sees our smiling faces illuminated by an eerie white glow as we roll past her - the light's actually from the "we're open" neon sign, the flashing erratic dashboard signals, the screen on my cell phone. Your head lolls on my shoulder as you mumble about the healing powers of french fries, and I push your head back up to prevent you from tumbling down again. I have my other arm outside the car window as we wait for the poor soul working at the drive through to take our order, our laughter fed by jokes only we understand. We all feel something that night, but we can't quite pinpoint what it is.
We will never know how lucky we were.
I break out onto the street but there's no where left to go and all the places have shut down but still I want to keep dancing and still I hear the bass thumping but hey there goes a hobo lets talk to him he sounds like he's had an interesting life in all sorts of walks of life but now my legs are moving as I approach him and I forget and start to dance instead but my thighs are burning and my mouth feels like cotton and puke I must've thrown up back there when we passed that lightpost I was climbing but then started poledancing on just like how I am dancing now but my legs are getting tired and I should sit down but not till we get to the next club but damn their all closed oh what's this in your hand.
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Holy crap.
These fries are delicious.
Holy shit these fries are heavenly.
This hit the spot like nothing else ever has before.
There was a void in my life that I didn't realize was there that is now FILLED by these fries.
It's time to sleep.