I wish I had that burger. I wish he would lift his eyes from that beautifully-crafted, gluten-encased slab of protein and carbs and dairy and fat and spices…who cares about the lettuce? I wish he would lift his eyes from that burger, meet mine, and that somehow, through some miraculous/ telepathic/ cosmological process using more than the standard 10% brain capacity, he would just know what...
1L of a Burger
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