Here's to city chicken.
To milkshakes.
To waitresses who call you "hon."
Magic places.
Some people see these places and only see grease and age.
But the magicians amongst us see so much more.
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She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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My mother makes the best city chicken I've ever had. I don't know how she does it, but it was my favorite meal -- hands down -- when I was a kid. She'd make it with the chicken flavored Rice-a-Roni, and really, the rest of the world didn't even exist during those meals.
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