do you do this? i can't be the only one. there's something deep inside that does not allow me to cross over. i have to cut on the lines. have to. i watch as my husband tears into his like it's his last meal and ohmygoodness hurry up and cut, wherever, all over, making triangular shapes of all different angles and sizes. it makes my brain hurt to just think about it.
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