I stared and stared at my computer screen and wished that somehow some way a sandwich could make its way into my mouth without me having to move at all. Turned out no, I had to get up from my chair, walk across the street to get cash out of the bank, walk back across the street to the chicken sandwich store, place my chicken sandwich order, wait patiently on the small red bench, pick up my chicken sandwich in a red and white bag, and walk it back across the street to my cloffice to eat indoors, away from the rain.

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