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I pulled up to the drive-thru in my car.
I never thought today would be the day. The day I’d find true love had seemed so far, But it really was not far away. I opened up my food and said: “Oh Wow.” Never had I seen such perfect nachos. I ate them fast as if I were a cow. I must find the chef, I followed my nose. Walked in the Taco Bell, to the kitchen, He was the only guy working that shift. Said I liked his nachos, (blushed slightly then,) They were delicious and service was swift. Said he’d give me a lift when he was done We’d go somewhere nice, like a CinnaBon.
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