The clock strikes 11 in a horrendous, soul-shattering toll. I swing open the hinged glass door, spriniting into Taco Bell. Dull eyes above a pimply face meet my gaze. A slow, insipid smile curves a set of dry, chapped lips. The Taco clerk (or whatever the hell they call ’em) says, “I’m sorry sir, our breakfast hours are over; you’re going to have to—” With an inarticulate scream, I open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. Suddenly, before our very eyes, the minute hand on the wall clock goes exactly one tick backwards. I smile in triumph while clerk-guy breathes in furious, hushed gasps. I say, “Advantage mine, dickhead.” I order my beautiful AM crunch wrap and lose myself in cheesy-eggy-hashbrowny bliss.
Have you had the motha duckin’ AM crunch wrap? It seriously is like a completely different restaurant!!! Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Vol. 1 on Kindle. Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Vol.2 on Kindle
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Thank You So Much!! 🙂
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You are welcome!
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Being from the other side of the pond, I have no idea what Taco Bell is like. But it sounds yummy
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Just the AM crunch wrap. The rest was good when I was a kid…alas, you can taste the fakeness in the meat now.
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Fakeness? How so?
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Apparently taco bell meat is only like 1/3 actual meat, lol.
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