There is a large, very colorful, expanding hole bustling around in my insides. It often says to me, in a charming, siren-like voice, "Oh, Kate, my dear, come hug and fill me with spicy things." Often at these times I nod vigorously and set out to fulfill the request asked of me. But like jumping for hot-air balloons, I just cannot seize hold the
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