The broccoli is smiling at you

“She handed me the box and I studied it carefully, squinting, even
allowing my eyes to blur, to try and see what I was missing. She
pointed- ‘Do you see?’ See what? I didn’t see anything. Just broccoli.
Her finger tapped on a certain part of the box and she urged me to look
closer. ‘There- right there. Do you see it? I’m not going to tell you
what it is if you don’t see it.’ And then, it suddenly became clear to
me. WHAT THE HELL?”

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