Hamburger Helper for the Hope

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Tanner ran back & forth all round the sidewalks, panting now in the smoky chill. He couldn’t understand why; he only knew that if he didn’t, he felt like he would implode.

There must be something out here that can sweeten the stew. Something.

He pulled out the list, but ’twas too blurry. The words could be anything; they could be nothing @ all.

Then he heard a tweet & looked up to see a gray bird flutter ‘way. He climbed the nearby tree to grab a handful o’ spotted pink eggs. He looked both ways. No birds.

I hope this works.

He padded back down the street.

Prompt:

Downtown, Hope, Recipe.