*Not really. I’m pretty low-maintenance on the cravings meter. But.
A couple weeks ago, I wanted a Dutchie. I might have used the word “need.”
Dutchies no longer exist. Not even in Timbit form.
MATTHEW: So essentially you’re craving a memory.
NADINE: Does this mean I can never be happy again?!
While unable to conjure the donut of my dreams, Matthew DID, early in my pregnancy, return home from a night out with friends with a takeout container of garlic fries. At midnight. For his nauseous wife to eat in her pyjamas. It was glorious.
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