Joe Swanson slept silently through the whole

Joe Swanson slept silently through the whole night, and awoke fresh as a daisy. He had a smile already for he was looking forward to
this day and felt as excitable as a puppy seeing its owner pull out its leash for a walk. Once out of bed, Tony slipped into his loafers and went outside to grab the morning paper.
The headlines stopped Tony is his tracks. Congress in gridlock? What? Again? Today? Already? Tony decided to not go into work today and fished the McNugget out of his robe pocket.
The McNugget had seen better days, it's true. Half of its bread coating was missing and the rest was fluffier than it should be. It was very flaccid. Tony debated with himself whet
Her or not to throw it out. No more McNuggets from him. He now craved burritos. So he went to Taco Bell or Chipotle. This was some 2-1/2 years later. His mum thought he'd lost his
stomach for vegetables, fruits, or anything healthy. But still he continued. He found solace in Jimmy Johns, Bob Evans, and the like. The sort of places that seemed healthy, but in
reality just carb slingers contributing to the ever expanding coastline of his perpetually angry gut. He was on the fifth stage of grief for the body he once had, and no longer
On speaking terms with his past. In fact, he was not in good standing with his memory either. His will to live was persona non grata and don't start me up about Dasein. I got your
Dasein, right HERE... He called his past up and his past picked up on an old candlestick telelphone. "Hello, is this Dasein?" he asked himself. "Speak up, I can't hear you over the
commotion going on here," Dasein said. "I really wish you were here, but then again... in a way you always are." The past had truly caught up to him, to say the least.

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