Last night, as I was killing time around Holborn and the LSE library, I rekindled an old flame. The affair had everything: sunny days in the park, drunken encounters late at night, slipping out for a little something-something. But, I had ended the relationship. It wasn't good for my well being and it was quite necessary to move on. The break up was hard. My body yearned for another meeting, for something that would make me feel full on the inside. But I was strong.
Last night, I gave in. I stopped by one of our hangouts, and everything was as it had been. And it was good! So very, very good. I took everything I wanted and enjoyed it all. But as soon as I was finished, I was overcome by a wave of guilt. How could I have been so weak? How could I have given in to temptation so easily? But, what I did can not be reversed, and it can not be washed off in the shower.
After a year apart, I visited a McDonalds. To have the salty, oily flavour of the fries on my tongue, and salty, oily flavour of the chicken McNuggets was pure heaven, and to wash it down with a Coke was the perfect ending.
But, McDonalds, on the whole, is bad for you. Salt, oil, fat, sugar. Not good, not one bit.
McDonalds is a lusty wench, but lusty wenches have a way of biting you on the ass.
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