Doing laundry. Cooking dinner. On a video call for work. These are all times I’ve found myself singing in my head. Ringing through my brain is, “WHOPPER, WHOPPER, WHOPPER, WHOPPER.” Walking the streets: Whopper, Whopper, Whopper, Whopper. Showering: Whopper. Staring in the middle distance, considering the fragility and absurdity of life: WHOPPER…
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