The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man

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Dear Stomach,

Since when did you run away? Have I not fed you, given you good things to digest and treated you as if you were my lifeblood? Why have you shrunk so? All the other kids at the table laugh at me because I can only eat half of a 6inch sub before feeling overstuffed.

Remember the good days of buffets and desserts the size of my head? Yeah, I miss those days. Now, I can barely finish a plain baked potato. Sure, it's keeping my wallet fuller but can you really call it living when you're unable to eat that tasty cheescake on the menu, the one your friends have been raving about?

Please, dear stomach, come back. I promise I'll treat you better.

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