Some Crows

For Russell Crow, may he rest in peace.
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They gathered at their usual spot.

“Want to get fries?”

“Why, do you know a place?”

“Yeah I got a spot I want to try.”

They enjoyed fast food and ate it often. They headed for the spot and got some French fries.

“These are crispy.”

“Yeah, I think they’re battered.”

“I used to get the best beer-battered fries from this one sandwich place. It closed though. Years ago.”

“I like beer-battered fries.”

They ate some crispy French fries.

“This spot,” he said, “they used to use styrofoam containers and the fries would just melt into the container.”

“They put them in that hot?”

“Yeah right out of the fryer. So hot they’d just melt these fry shapes into the container.”

“The styrofoam?”

“Yeah.”

“A lot of places got rid of styrofoam.”

“Yeah, they did. It’s bad for the environment.”