At about the two-mile-mark of my morning run, there's a lonely, abandoned 100 Grand candy bar. It was likely dropped by a careless trick-or-treater last Fall; and it has remained there (sealed!) for almost half-a-year.
Someday it will break me. I will eat the road chocolate. Probably soon.
It was delicious, by the way. I regret nothing.
Clearly, the people watching me out the front windows of their homes were jealous that I had road chocolate and they didn't.
Am I pretty much guaranteed of going to hell when I drop by used gel packs on the side of the road?
I knew it. I AM going to hell. ... stupid microplastics.
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