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Awakenings (or food problems)

In your food there is a heavy draught drugging horse. The others chitter chatter spoon it up.  Danger in eggs and potatoes in broth. Circle The bowl looking for flesh. Wary. I watch.  Do they eat with impunity? The gut recoils. Only dry pasta for me. No room to Hide in subsistence living. Water please, […]