Just returned from CT and my stomach jiggled on the train. My fabulous aunt and uncle are food terrorists and fed me gluten and sugar every fifteen minutes. I inhaled at least six pieces of bread. Spaghetti and meatballs. Sandwiches. Butter on bread. Cookies and rugelah. All my favorites but I had to eat a lame apple when I got home. I'm not sure what vegetables taste like anymore. Stars? What are those? My big fixation is the bag of oatmeal cookies they forced me to bring home. I would be kicked out of Hollywood in an instant. Did I say no to their trays of delicious lard-pockets? Will I go up there as soon as I can? Of course. They are far too fun and very thin. I'm wondering if their way of eating and living is the way to go.I've never felt fatter.
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I have every reason to believe that you look more radiant and spectacular than ever.
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