I'd like some food brought to me please.

Like fish.

And chips.

With vinegar.

And salt.

Tomato sauce.

And greasy grey paper.

A lemon to squeeze.

No napkins.

I don't care for them.

It may come in a packet.

Or in a box.

It does not matter.

So long as it fills me.

And crunches when I bite it.

It must stay hot.

All these things.

Just these things.


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It could also be cake.