
There’s a particular kind of optimism reserved for buffets. You walk in, and the world feels full of potential. It’s all there, laid out under sneeze guards and warming lamps like a fluorescent-lit promise: a global smorgasbord where sushi sits next to pizza without judgment, and tacos cozy up to mac and cheese like old friends reunited after years apart. This is the Anticipation Stageโpure, untarnished hope wrapped in the aroma of endless possibility.
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