You trudge out the door, staring back at the cozy restaurant with appeal, A walk turns into a run, as tears cascade down your face, To overcome the separation anxiety, you need to keep a quick pace! The clouds turn gray, as rain begins to pound down from the sky, By turning your body into an umbrella, the food is kept dry, But suddenly you trip, hitting the ground with a thud, Your bag of food goes flying into a puddle of mud!

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