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Wait for it yes, wait for it who knows just what it's coming yes, it's coming is it cold, or hot squint your eyes yes, look for it in the distance and the mist feel the sand all the granules slipping through your fist a touch of anticipation yes, longing deep inside any and all the questions from which you cannot hide an itch you just can't reach persisting in your mind everywhere you turn running out of time when it finally gets here you'll know beyond a doubt delivery by Door Dash receiving your take-out
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
The Mystery
Wait for it yes, wait for it who knows just what it's coming yes, it's coming is it cold, or hot squint your eyes yes, look for it in the distance and the mist feel the sand all the granules slipping through your fist a touch of anticipation yes, longing deep inside any and all the questions from which you cannot hide an itch you just can't reach persisting in your mind everywhere you turn running out of time when it finally gets here you'll know beyond a doubt delivery by Door Dash receiving your take-out
Hahaha, paying almost 2x what your take-out was worth. We, as a society have hit the epitome of lazy, too lazy to go to taco bell to pick up the food that will eventually **** us ROFL ;D~
#doordash#humor#mystery#takeout
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
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