"It all came at once: the sweat, the snot and the saliva, which tasted like cheese. Suddenly, my body seemed to be leaking from every opening. My Crunchwraps, too, were leaking. The constant jostling had aged them tremendously in just 15 minutes; the reduced-fat sour cream had leaked out of their apertures and was now painting the inside of the bag."
"Last week, a new Taco Bell Cantina - it's like a normal Taco Bell, but it serves alcohol - opened in Fisherman's Wharf. This, everyone decided, was a big deal. On opening day, Mayor Daniel Lurie vlogged outside the restaurant, brown paper bag in hand, and declared that the fast food restaurant would "bring some renewed energy" to the city. Hundreds of people lined up on the opening day, because society is sort of sick in the head like that."
A runner began a waterfront run on the Embarcadero while eating Crunchwrap Supremes and maintained an 11-minute pace. About a kilometer in, sweat and bodily fluids mixed with the food, causing an unpleasant, cheese-like taste and widespread leakage. The Crunchwraps deteriorated quickly; reduced-fat sour cream oozed from their seams and coated the inside of the bag, making retrieval sticky and messy. The runner likened reaching into the bag to a bear pawing a sticky beehive and noted two miles remained. Taco Bell and running intersect in local events and stunts. A new Taco Bell Cantina opened in Fisherman's Wharf, drew crowds and mayoral attention, and sits about five kilometers from another Cantina near Oracle Park.
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