We realized today that it wasn't this balmy, pathetic excuse for weather that was depressing us, but the extremely low levels of breakfast taco in our blood. You see, we had the fortune of spending the last 6+ years in a magical faraway land where you can't walk ten yards without tripping over a breakfast taco, and we've come to rely on this humble meal for energy, strength, and even happiness. We immediately looked up the nearest taco location on our Gastronomic Positioning System and soon found ourselves at Tacos A Go-Go.
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