I went to the store and bought some bacon, brought it home to eat, and nearly dropped my spatula when I saw it.
There, nestled between the perfect pink-and-cream strips, was a chunk. A weird, hard, discolored chunk. It wasn't shaped like bacon. It wasn't striped like bacon. It looked like… I don't know. A dried-out nugget of something that had no business being in my breakfast.
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