So with a heavy heart and a sack loaded with a 3 course meal, You trudge out the door, staring back at the cozy restaurant with appeal, A walk turns into a run, as tears cascade down your face, To overcome the separation anxiety, you need to keep a quick pace! The clouds turn gray, as rain begins to pound down from the sky, By turning your body into an umbrella, the food is kept dry,

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