Shit. I’m hungry, again. As I sit quietly and weigh my options. There is food a few steps away, quite possibly a well stocked deliciously enticing refrigerator with cold cuts and dandelions. Fresh lemonade, avocado and crab delight, and of course Fabio spraying ’not butter’ on my toasted honey wheat muffin. Maybe my sister and mother will decide to
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