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⠈⠄⠐⠄⢠⡼⢟⣼⣔⣻⠅⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠈⢇⢇⣹
⠄⠄⠄⠄⠨⠈⣶⣿⣿⣷⣶⣦⡄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠘⡪⣲
⠄⠄⠄⠄⣦⣊⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣄⡀⠄⡀⠄⠄⡵⢆
⠄⠄⠄⡤⣼⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠿⢿⠿⣻⣿⠽⢿⢽⠜⢠⡪⣇
⠄⠄⠄⢱⣇⣽⣿⣯⣵⣤⠆⣠⣷⢠⡤⡖⢆⠄⠘⢠⢖⡉
⠄⠄⠄⠈⢿⣾⣿⣿⣿⣷⡾⣿⣿⠄⢱⣣⣤⠷⠁⠠⡳⢣
⠄⠄⡀⠄⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣯⡴⠛⠟⠅⢸⣿⢄⠢⠠⢳⢫⢽
⢂⠄⡆⠄⠄⢠⢿⣿⣿⡿⠫⠄⠄⠄⠸⢱⠉⠑⡍⣮⣎⡳
⠄⠠⠢⢀⣰⣾⣯⣿⢿⣮⣋⣉⣒⣗⣚⠝⠈⢀⠠⢹⣿⣿
⡡⢁⣤⢯⢿⣏⡿⣿⡿⢻⠟⠋⠨⠣⠂⢀⡠⡕⢠⡰⠼⣿
⣴⣿⣿⣞⢸⣿⣿⣾⡗⠰⠶⠄⡄⠂⠤⡬⠪⡐⣜⢸⣽⣿
⠿⣿⣿⣿⢸⣧⣗⣿⣿⣿⣶⣾⢁⠠⠄⢹⢜⡖⡇⣻⣿⢿
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢀⣿⠇⠀⢀⣴⣶⡾⠿⠿⠿⢿⣿⣦⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⣀⣀⣸⡿⠀⠀⢸⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠙⣷⡀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⣾⡟⠛⣿⡇⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣷⣤⣤⣤⣤⣶⣶⣿⠇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣀⠀⠀
⢀⣿⠀⢀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⣿⡏⠀⠀⠀⠀⢴⣶⣶⣿⣿⣿⣆
⢸⣿⠀⢸⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠈⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⣿⡇⣀⣠⣴⣾⣮⣝⠿⠿⠿⣻⡟
⢸⣿⠀⠘⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣶⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠁⠉⠀
⠸⣿⠀⠀⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⣠⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⠉⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠻⣷⣶⣿⣇⠀⠀⠀⢠⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣛⣛⣻⠉⠁⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⢸⣿⣀⣀⣀⣼⡿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⣿⣿⡿
We, the concerned citizens of your pancreas, teeth enamel, and sleep schedule, have gathered here today to address a crisis of bubbly proportions.
You’ve had 12 Diet Cokes today.
T-W-E-L-V-E.
At this point, your bloodstream is probably 87% aspartame and 13% caffeine.
We love you. But the vending machine doesn’t. It’s tired.
The fridge is empty. The recycling bin is begging for mercy.
And your kidneys just texted us: “Help.”
This isn’t an attack — it’s an effervescent cry for balance.
Let’s aim for… 3 Diet Cokes tomorrow. Maybe 4. Okay fine 5.
But only if you drink a glass of water in between each one.
With love (and hydration),
The Beverage Accountability Council 🥤💧