Breakfast Special

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Last night I dreamt that I was back home and Shelley and my dad picked me up at the airport. I was really hungry so of course we went to Chipotle, but the sign had a Danish Ø instead of O. We went in and Shelley ordered for me because I couldn’t remember any English. I wanted mango salsa, but they gave me cucumbers and watermelon because it was “very Scandinavian.” Shelley left and I had to ask for guacamole. The woman was so confused, and I tried so hard to yell at her, “I know it costs extra!”

I never got my burrito.

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