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A Bite Too Far
#ForgottenReceipt

It was a sunny noon, and there I was, sitting under a tree, watching birds live their perfect little lives. The elder bird fed its baby with such care, I sighed. Even birds get gourmet service.

Then—BAM!—my brain screamed, FOOD! My favorite recipe popped into my head, and suddenly, I was out of there faster than a bird on a sugar rush. Bag in hand, I dashed to my favorite restaurant like I was late to save the world.

The place was empty—just me, a gleaming table, and the hum of the AC whispering ghost stories. I sat down, ready to order, but before I could even blink, the waiter appeared, grinning like he’d been expecting me since dawn.

“Here’s your order!” he announced triumphantly.

I blinked at him. “Wait… I didn’t order yet.”

He chuckled, eyes twinkling. “You sprinted in here like you were chasing a buffet. I figured you’d want the usual.”

He wasn’t wrong. I laughed, dug in, and took one glorious bite. My face lit up like a kid at a candy store. “Wow… perfect, as always,” I mumbled through...