It's the first place we ate at when we got to Miami, instead of some swanky one-of-a-kind restaurant, and I'm not ashamed. I grew up eating there. My mom worked as a mall security officer when I was little and some days she would pick me up from school on her lunch break then take me back to work with her until her shift ended at 9:30. I would have Chick-Fil-A for dinner those nights, alone in the mall food court, though my mom could see me from her post. They had coloring pages back then, with puzzles on the back, and I would sit there and complete them over and over again. So, basically, Chick-Fil-A babysat me a lot. But I didn't mind. And even now that Chick-Fil-A hates the gays, I still love the place and seek it out whenever we're in a place where one exists. My dad, who I've mentioned is gay, also eats there with gusto. Today I ordered my food and ordered a meal to go too, to keep in our hotel refrigerator. I don't know what occasion I'm saving it for, but 10:33 pm seems to be the right one.
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