If I came out the food experience better or worse. I was able to belch, probably just the contents of breakfast but it was something. I’m left verging again, but not it’s not as strong now or I wouldn’t be writing. In Miserable I basically said, this, there were operations, I had a tube up my ass, fatigue that stuck and sticks to my bones, the days of nausea, the days of fever and I went right on writing. A little knot in my stomach, on the verge of belching but cannot, and I cannot even look at words. So like I said, I must be better.
Yea, me.
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