I really want something in my stomach, but I don’t know what. It doesn’t exactly feel like hunger. Or at all. I’m not sure.

I’ve had enough sodium. But there’s more nourriture du Chinois downstairs.

Busting out the French.

And I want it.

Risque when it’s you, risky when it’s someone else. Double standards abound.

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