So when I passed one on the highway I pulled into the parking lot
My friend recommended trying the Crispy Chicken
So I waited on line
I told my friend I'd call him back
Theres a group of young men who talked loudly to each other
As an act, for those around, I pretended to be with them
The quiet one
They were talk loudly
and I felt like I was with them
lonely and resenting
I sat at a high table, overlooking the eating area
My friends were still on line
There was a group of white people sitting in the corner
No one was talking to each other
I didn't think they were together
But they were
from toddlers to old men
After the first drumstick I realized they were talking
quietly
the quiet ones
I finished my food and left, nauseous
I walked outside for the length of a basketball court
before I turned around and walked back
I dumped my Mountain Dew in a zig zag motion
Just outside the door
In the snow
Because it looked just like piss
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