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moving up to the front of the line i can't remember what it was that i so desperately wanted to order. everyone fidgets around me, impatient for their turn to converse with the dealer. this dangerously sweet fuel we try to deny we need helps us smile and force ourselves through these days. we are all standing around... longing for that word to be spoken to us. just one little word. and it is fitting that when my time finally arrives i blow it and order a plain vanilla shake... when what i was really looking for was two scoops of strawberry on a cake cone. funny how we all settle under pressure.