I had a long journey home and knew I wouldn’t fancy cooking so I looked around for dinner near the station. The runs today and yesterday had taken their toll on me and I felt I could eat just about anything and absorb the worst it had to offer. The worst that the Best Kebab had to offer was an insidious saltiness that had me at the water tap all night but the kebab wasn’t too fatty and it tasted more like actual lamb than filler. I’ve definitely had worse.
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