I buy free-range, cage-free eggs.
I picture happy chickens, wallowing in the California Sun, listening to Bill Withers and two-stepping their feathers away in an open sunflower field.
As much as I want this to be true, it’s not.
At the very least, they must be free-range and cage-free, right?
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