I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat. I love to eat.
There. I said it.
Eating for me is often psychological. It's refuge. It's ritual.
Food. Glorious food.
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