So they roast plenty of chickens at once, most times there's enough for everyone waiting, unless it's rush hour. But I still feel this weird tension, like dogs getting ready to fight over their food at meal time. Like I might have to fight someone for the chickens or else I'll miss out.
And the guy roasting the chickens, he must feel some of the weird tension too, working all day with people constantly wanting what he's got, milling about waiting for his chickens. The guy making the chickens must feel the same I do when I'm opening the cans to feed my dogs.
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