Delirious from the excitement of having my own car and getting to eat at Sonic on the same day, I hardly noticed when the Sonic attendant rapped on my window while carrying a bag with grease stains on the bottom. … I kept eating fast food because I was lazy, I couldn't believe how abundant it was, and I thought I was doing something funny and novel. (This was never so. Joke on me.) I bemoaned that most buildings seemed compelled to post warnings that you … …

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