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My last meal bloody in a temple of fast food

I would have preferred the hamburger, but it should get him to Melbourne.

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avlxyz

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Not stupid enough to believe the advertising of "fast food" that you would be sadly fat meals for a healthy diet if you take bladders for lanterns, I enter one of these temples of junk food to appease a craving post-appetizer. It digs its beer man. I chose fries and mayonnaise sandwich industry. It's party

carbohydrates and lipids. Never mind, I start the diet tomorrow. Or the next day. Employees play the casual compare their respective sizes, their emotional and sexual lives. They have the right not to always have a finger on the seam of fat pants. The crew team vigil vigil softly, he was already thinking about his sweet home after a long long day to support those customers that pigs do not respect anything. Just look at the rubbish strewn on the floor first floor to be convinced.
Muni my red plastic tray, I opt for the high stool overlooking the city hall can do more than sputter its Christmas lights. Eleven days have passed since the day of the year. On the floor of the "fast food" garbage containers and fries cold vomit. I pulled my digital camera to capture mice who come piffrer

. Not quite discreetly because the client end of the room came towards me.

- What do you take a picture from earlier? The "from earlier," a trick of language I do not fall. I took one shot. Too vague. I deleted it. - I work in security, I do not want to take photo of me, "he said.

As if RG was working for. I do not want to unnecessarily offend the authority of the guy who joins his beautiful rolling mechanics.

Enough messing around! I returned to my meal.

What is my amazement when I see a charming

bloodstain on the top of the cardboard packaging and a second spot of blood inside. And then I remember that employee who, at time, was quick to return the staff room, a summary dressing adorning his right thumb. My appetite

withdraws at the sight of the third drop of blood centered on toasted hamburger hat sponge. And mice laugh in their sleeves of my stampede, rejoicing in advance of a feast almost intact.
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For all practical purposes:
address my last meals:
Quick
, 1 rue du Temple - 66 Rue de Rivoli, Paris 4th - M · Hotel de Ville, line 1

"It's good you are at

Quick

! "(Slogan, 2000)

Updated 24 January 2011: Avignon, a QUICK closed as a precaution after the suspicious death of a customer (read the article in Libération
).