The doors close in an hour.
Wish I knew what like, made me wanna barf for thinking about Macaroni and cheese.
Everytime it crosses my mind I get that feeling in the back of my throat like I'm about
to hurl. And the thought of it being....fried? Or baked? God, I feel it. Fffffffffffffffffffffff
Food lately, I can barely look at it. Went on a few
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