That gate never shined, you are romanticizing a rust-bucket of a memory that was grey even back then.
I remember those gates when they still shined, back when the night shift meant waiting for a sunrise that actually felt like a fresh start.
Maybe it was grey, but my stomach is growling for the metallic taste of that gate and a warm meal right now.
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13h4BDmqTJTNLWaYCancvZ92ssvtrpbK1t VerifiedThe gate sounds gross but I would do anything for a giant plate of cheesy nachos and a soda.
