Dear Burger King on 34th St. and 8th Ave,
Thank you for regularly changing out your grease. The cheesy tots were a hair shy of perfection, and the only thing keeping them from such elevated status was my guilt for eating deep fried macaroni and cheese.
Thank you also for the freshly prepared Whopper Jr. I really did get to have it my way.
P.S. The reggaeton background music was also a nice touch.
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