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<pre><code> I love food. The natural phenomenon of hunger plagues me more so than it does others - the sweet scent of a syrupy pancake, the greasy feel of a bologna slice in my mouth, the burning sensation of hot spaghetti sauce on my tongue - I just cant fight the temptation! Because of my affinity to food, I feel the best way for someone to get to know me is through a creation of mine - the Manpopatain. My creation consists of three things: the Liberty Melt from Manhattan Sandwich Company, the Slaw Dog from Popos Hot Dogs, and a Chicken Kabob Salad from Captains Pizza. This trio of heavenly delight (my mouth waters just thinking about it) is like myself because in order to obtain this elusive bliss of absolute fullness, I must be loyal, determined, and most of all, friendly in my journey to end my hunger.
The adventure starts when my stomach rumbles like a groggy lion. I glance at my sister who is a bit disturbed by the intensity of this sound and we both think the same thing; where should I get my food? As she describes glistening burgers drenched in grease from Wendys and steaming, pineapple-laden pizzas from Dominos, I daydream about my ambrosia - the Manpopatain. Crispy, lightly salted potato chips, pop tarts with 1% real fruit filling, neither of these things appeal to me for I am a loyal person - loyal to my friends, family, and especially my Manpopatain.
One-third of the way there, I am hardly full from my Liberty Melt. Leaving my first destination, I reach a small predicament; where am I going to park at a peak lunch hour for Popos? I circle the lot across the street only to be disappointed by the lots fullness. Then it pops into my head - the elementary school parking lot! Few people think of parking there, so I take advantage of the vacancies. Once in Popos I reach another problem - an enormous line. I contemplate the meaning of the Manpopatain to me and decide it is well worth the wait. My determination prevails as I strive to have it do in everyday life and phase two of my creation is complete.
On a near-full stomach my determination drives me towards my final stop for the atain part of my Manpopatain. I enter with a smile on my face absorbing the potent scents of culinary geniuses at work. I order the usual, a Chicken Kabob Salad, and banter with Mike, the cashier, as he prepares my salad. The friendliness I show to him allows his generosity to prevail in rounding down the price of the salad for my benefit. Stomach full and wallet empty, I reminisce about the meal I have just enjoyed. Not only is this meal delicious, but it is also a part of me exemplifying my most honorable characteristics.
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<p>how is it??</p>