There was more junk food in this huge box than I had ever seen in one place, all the microwaveable kind, but the packaging was written in a language I didn't understand. I could see the times needed to heat them up in minutes, however, so I took a few through to the kitchen.
I chose a box of fries and a cheeseburger, and put them in the microwave. I was oddly apprehensive watching them cook, but when they were finally done I took the boxes out and emptied them onto a plate. I was expecting it to taste the weird, not-quite-right-but-better-than-nothing way that microwave food usually tastes – but my first bite of a single fry sent a tast explosion through my mouth! It was like the very essence of french fry had been distilled into this single item, and all I knew was, I wanted more. I began shovelling them into my mouth by the handful, and before I had even stopped chewing, the cheeseburger followed. All I knew was, I wanted more.
And there was so much! Maybe I should call someone – I knew Dmitri would love to get in on this. But then, I knew my other best friend, Shelley, had the day off her job at the clothes shop where she worked, maybe I should call her?
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