since
i've shopped at a 7-11.
although
the word shop is
stretching it.
usually it was for a nasty
hot dog
spinning in the greasy
grill.
with starvation upon me.
a drink,
a newspaper.
a small bag of chips.
and then back
to the truck
for a gourmet lunch.
mustard
on the steering wheel,
relish
splattered on my pants.
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