It was a string of things, none
very pleasant. Twelve crackers. Cold leftover macaroni and cheese. I found
a little bit of soup left in the fridge. I microwaved a hot dog and put
it in the soup; that was a mistake. It sounded good at the time. Then my
stomach told me to stop. When I'm on my own I pretty much eat whatever's
not nailed down. It's really pitiful. |
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