Fries (#85 of 365)

All I want is fries. Hot and deep fried. Smothered in salt and crispy outside. To bite in it’s fluffy and delicious. It warms my insides and I shovel more in. I want more. I want more. Until thirty minutes later, when I regret the whole thing.

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