Feeling my way around in... «Nothing Tastes as Good»
fus11 июля 2026Feeling my way around in the dark, I’d eat whatever I could get my hands on—Doritos, Triscuits, Goldfish, slices of plain bread—always open bags and boxes. A bit from each, finishing none of them, making sure no one noticed that I’d gorged. I’d shovel them down as fast as I could, as quietly as I could. The faster I ate, the better it hurt.
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