Each time I've walked through the kitchen today I've glanced at this bag on the counter and my cheeto-loving self thinks OPEN BAG OF CHEETOS YESSSS and a second later I remember with horror that it is not a bag of cheetos it is a bag of nasty pumpkin spice kit kats that my husband bought because he wanted to try them and because he is evil and then a small part of me dies inside not because my husband is evil but because I have no cheetos.
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