You know sometimes when you’re just doing your thing, like sweeping the kitchen floor and singing “Love me like you do” into the tip of the broom, and a random taste appears in your mouth out of nowhere, and you’re like WHAT IS THAT. WHAT. IS. THAT. And it’s not an actual taste, but it’s the memory of a taste? Like a little piece of the tremendous nostalgic part of life magically comes out on your tongue, leaving you with nothing else to do but hyper focus on it and recognize the taste or else DAH? Know what I mean?

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