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sitting in the passenger seat of a car with someone i don't know / can't see the face of driving the vehicle. we're in line at a Dairy Queen drive-thru but not moving forward. i try looking around without much success (it's very dark and the only light comes from the drive-thru window ahead). i pull out a smartphone and check tumblr- i see a girl i used to talk to is doing very well for herself- i feel happy, but an overwhelming sense of regret about where i have ended up.
we pull forward a bit and i worry about what's going to be in the hotdog i ordered
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