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Nacho fries


So I say,

When I look at you,

(which I do every day),

Wanna know what I do?

She says, "yeah."

So I'm like okay,

(although it's kinda blah),

So every day,

You make me think,

Why turn a meal into a snack, when you can turn a snack into a meal.

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HectorI
<p>yup. Love and taco bell.</p>

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