Sometimes I want a cheeseburger. I think about the cheeseburger all day or week, or whatever it may be. I think about how good it will be. I think about what I will put on it. What I will drink with it. Will I get fries with that?
Then I actually get the cheeseburger. I don't want it anymore.
Poor Cheeseburger.
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