Sunday, April 15, 2007
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I came out of my den, and yawned. And looked at a full-length mirror and scared myself half to death. It was a balloon I was looking at. Sitting in my chair, typing frantically at my keyboard and gobbling up whatever seduced my palate, I have grown titanic in size. This is where I decided to kill. Kill Flab.
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