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 i awoke from from a pastrami dream to a bologna life.  where did i go wrong?  was it taking the ham on rye instead of the turkey on wheat for my half sammich all those years ago?  my mind was heavy with thoughts, and at a time when i needed to be more BLT than muffuletta.  i look in the mirror and find myself weeping for my lost youth, my abandoned ambitions, my stale loaf of seven whole grains....
 right?  wrong?  life?  death?   soup?  half-sammich?
 
 i shake the dream while getting dressed leaving my S.A.*(Sammich Alliance) uniform in the closet, choosing the plainclothes of a "hamburgerer" instead.  i would make the meeting with no allegiance but to myself, no master but hunger.
 my conviction was as strong as a nice thick ham on a jalape......NO!  i must not think in these terms any longer!  i've made my choice.  i KNOW what i must do.  i peek out the window and see my destiny. it fills me with conviction, with hope, with a rumbling in my belly.  today.  today will be the day.  the day of the taco.
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