Found this in my fried chicken. It was in the breαst.

The shock of finding that strange, brain-like piece inside what was supposed to be a simple chicken breast flipped the whole meal upside down. For a moment, it didn’t matter how good it smelled or how well it was cooked — all I could see was that tiny, wrinkled intruder. I pushed the plate back, my appetite gone, my thoughts spiraling through every worst-case scenario I could imagine.

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