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On Friday's I often like to head to the mall for lunch. I figure dinning with the common folk keeps me honest, and the food court has a wide variety of garbage to ingest. Why I choose Taco Time more often then not is a complete mystery to me. Yet each visit I proceed directly to the south west corner of the food court, like clockwork. This type of snacking has got to stop. When I am done eating this meal it usually feels as though I have been hit by a large automobile.  I know this feeling because I have actually been hit twice before by large automobiles. For real.  Derek Foreal.

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