„Muuuuum, I want a lollipop!” „Again?” „Dad said it’s OK!”
Another quick-saccharide bomb explodes. Flood of saliva leaching the dissolving sugar. Colored smiles, dilated pupils reminding of past, present, or future rose-colored glasses. All of that goes up. Haaappineeess. Cortisol deceives the brain which doesn’t know it’s got more than enough, thus requiring ever more. Once again. And another lollipop.
„Just one more, mum, a last one, please – I prooomise!”
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