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Freedom Fries

3

2

1

Fry

Fry

Laugh

Fry

Survive

Don't get eaten.

Gluttons.

It will always be us,

Home.

Glory

Merciless

Merciful.

This is our circle,

Crinkle cut & deep fried.

Waffle cut

Curly

& Seasoned.

Get the ketchup

& Drown our starch.

We are crispy.

We are family.

We are fries...

& This is our box.

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Written by
amor-sin-remorse
American
Published
Feb 23, 2017
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26·56
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#notalovestory#roommatelove#thethreeofus
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