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The dim lights of the restaurant added to the ambience as I sat in my booth near the back of the establishment an almost empty basket of fries in front of me. The place was already decorated for Halloween, even with it only being the first week of the month. There were die cut cardboard pictures of witches and ghosts and pumpkins and black cats that looked like they came straight from an elementary school’s decoration closet. The feeling of nostalgia was overwhelming, in a good way. | The dim lights of the restaurant added to the ambience as I sat in my booth near the back of the establishment an almost empty basket of fries in front of me. The place was already decorated for Halloween, even with it only being the first week of the month. There were die cut cardboard pictures of witches and ghosts and pumpkins and black cats that looked like they came straight from an elementary school’s decoration closet. The feeling of nostalgia was overwhelming, in a good way. | ||
Content that I didn’t feel like eating the rest of my fries, I decided to throw away the leftovers and headed back towards my bike, with a big basket attached to front, waiting to be occupied by a big, healthy pumpkin. | |||
I’m only 17 | |||
Revision as of 22:56, 17 September 2020
The dim lights of the restaurant added to the ambience as I sat in my booth near the back of the establishment an almost empty basket of fries in front of me. The place was already decorated for Halloween, even with it only being the first week of the month. There were die cut cardboard pictures of witches and ghosts and pumpkins and black cats that looked like they came straight from an elementary school’s decoration closet. The feeling of nostalgia was overwhelming, in a good way. Content that I didn’t feel like eating the rest of my fries, I decided to throw away the leftovers and headed back towards my bike, with a big basket attached to front, waiting to be occupied by a big, healthy pumpkin.
I’m only 17