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June 3, 2009
I pulled into a gas station after work around 10:30pm. It was a relatively new gas station with flat screens mounted on top of each of the six pumps. There was mostly just talk of the weather forecast while I listened to the gasoline rush into my car. I recalled deleting my account on myspace after adding the song, Boston, last night. When the pump clanked shut, I replaced the nozzle and unwrapped a soft taco that was curiously wet. I threw it out when I got home, wishing I had used more "please" and "thank-you's" while in the drive-thru.