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You sit at the restaurant with moonyoung son, he says he is hungry. You open up to the kids menu.
Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don' t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your
son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer
potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape
your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken
nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears ofa chicken child. In your
mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now. You have french we engraved on your left temple
and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the comer. He is starving. Starving for the chicken
I Anonyomous ' ) 08: 32: 20 as
One chicken nugger pls.