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| - I have been dreaming of you. Oh Boston Market, since I have moved south, I have been looking back on our past with such fond memories.
I sometimes cry knowing we are so far away from each other... and oh how I long for your tender turkey breast. Cornbread that just melts in your mouth, and even the vegetables are from some other planet of awesomeness.
MC Burger Taco Box just isn't doing it for me anymore. Last night, in a desperate act of "preparing dinner" avoidance, the family loaded up and headed over to a slightly mediocre eating establishment *cough*pandaexpress*cough* and not only were we hurried through the maze of fried, sauteed, and mono-saturated, we were yelled at by probably the smallest woman I have ever seen. There was no warm smiles, rotisserie chicken, or green bean casserole.
I love you Boston Market, please move to Laveen, before I am battered and deep fried.
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