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Aerosolized grease. When I think of aerosolized grease, I think of Charlene. The fine mist the splatter of boiling oil would leave slowly accumulating on every surface of the kitchen. The gleaming exterior of a perfectly fried wing. We were an unstoppable team, her on the fryer, me with the sauce. We could outpace any demand, even on Super Bowl Sunday, and management knew how we kept the place running. But Charlene flew too close to the sun on our red-hot vinegary wings of tender goodness. We had a double double sixty-four order of destiny delivered to us that fateful night. |
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He held his friend back looking over the wreckage of the overturned condiment rack. The assistant manager leaned over toward him as the boss screamed at him to go home, just get him out of here. He said: "Forget it, Jake. It's Burgerville." |
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