She came into my room, frantic, throwing her arms in the air. “I hear burritos calling me! Do you hear burritos calling you?”
I looked up from the glow of my computer screen and shook my head slowly.
“No? How could you not? Oh, delicious.” She made that weird noise she does when she's about to eat, and ran from my room back down the hall.
Tacos(170), the lowest calorie thing on the menu.
I was doing well, only going to tide over three hundred, and then she says I must have two.
So I must.
447 is just a number, but it's the weight of a million.
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