They call me the unchooser.
It takes me 15 (agonizing) minutes to choose an ice cream flavor. As for why, I’m not really sure. Some people have favorites, but I don’t think I do. Strawberry or chocolate or vanilla? Why just one? Can’t I have them all?
So in the end I choose nothing and pass the hat on. My friends willingly decide for me; they say double dutch is my favorite. I nod. I don’t mind double dutch, but I don’t mind everything else either.
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