It's like DuckyDre knows me. I mean, it's like DuckyDre hangs out with me. A lot. Like they know my likes and dislikes. Like they know what I'm going to order when I sit down in a restaurant, even before I finish reading the menu. Like they could finish my sentences. Like we're in love. Are we? Tell me DuckyDre, are we in love? How could I have been so blind!? Of course we are. How else could you have selected exactly what I would like to eat? Exactly. There is no other way. This is what love tastes like.