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All Might walks into a Subway on a toasty summer day. He's craving a Subway sandwich. He walks into the Subway, and to his delight, the line is nearly empty. Almost immediately, he is at the counter.
"I would like a Turkey Club sandwich, please," he says with his bellowing voice.
"Of course," replies the Subway employee. "Would that be all for you today?"
"Yes, thank you very much," All Might says, beaming with gratitude and excitement for his Turkey Club sandwich. Several minutes pass as the employee prepares his sandwich, and All Might can hardly contain himself. Finally, it is ready. The employee calls him back up to the counter to pick up his sandwich, and he skips back to his table.
Staring down at his wrapped package, he almost doesn't know where to begin, but he does know. He tenderly picks up the parcel, as if it were a newborn baby, and he begins to gently unwrap it, as if undressing a lover. At last, he catches his first glimpse of the tantalizing morsel. Its crispy white bread, and its crispy green greens, its crispy red tomatoes and its crispy crispy crisp. All Might's heart skips a beat, and time seems to slow to a crawl as he sits there in the restaurant, slowly drinking in the sight of his Turkey Club. Suddenly, without warning, he swiftly takes his first bite, like a starving lion. The taste of the turkey, tomato, and mayonnaise hits him like a truck, and he can't help but let out a small moan while he chews. He chews slowly, savoring the flavors of the ingredients. He takes his second bite, and a dollop of mayonnaise drips onto his bottom lip. He chuckles deeply, and uses his thumb to swipe at the creamy condiment, before licking it off. He continues on eating his sandwich in peace and serenity in that restaurant.
He never notices that he's fast approaching the end of his Turkey Club, until it's too late. As soon as he pops the last bite of it into his mouth, he freezes. His eyes pop open in terror, as he looks down as his crumb covered hands to discover that there is no more. His eyes water as he slowly chews on the last bit of his Turkey Club. Finally, as it turns to an unsavory slush in his mouth, he reluctantly slides it down his throat. An emptiness settles into his soul, contrasting the fullness in his stomach. Despite his emptiness, he feels warm, and satisfied. It's a sad feeling, melancholy. As he slowly gets up, he feels pride at his accomplishment, and as he leaves the restaurant, he knows that whatever is to come for the rest of the day, his Turkey Club will forever be in his heart, and also his stomach.