by this point my brain and i weren't on speaking terms. i was operating on a mechanical level, fueled only by 5 hour energies.
our mission: to find the most standout highway restaurant in the next 50 miles.
we found the dinner bell. (in mississippi, i think.)
but everyone found the dinner bell.
we could only get as far as the front door.
this is the dinner bell.
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