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settling into my routine of eating the same shit every day brings me back to the good ol' days of last week and all the nasty things i couldn't shove into my face fast enough. looking back, i can't believe i can still squeeze myself into anything other than my three-sizes-too-big, "i only wear this on fat days" sweatshirt, let alone anything else not made entirely of lycra. miracles do happen, people! henry, this one's for you.
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