I love that feeling when you get fast food to go, finish all the fries in the little cardboard container, and then find a few precious more scattered about in the bottom of the bag. I always know there will be a couple more fries somewhere in that bag, but I still feel surprised and lucky when I find them.
And yet I know one day I won't find any little greasy potato wonders buried in my bag, and I will be overcome with disappointment.
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