Sometimes I'll say to editors, I got 1200 words on a hot dog, and they'll say, yeah, do it. Nostalgia and the beloved Dodger Dog.
The sausage is long and perfectly pipe cleaner straight. The bread hugs it like a glove one size too small, and at both ends, the vaguely orange meat protrudes. It comes twisted up in a silver foil wrapper branded in blue, retrieved from a covered metal heating tray, where it has waited — maybe for longer than a little while.
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