fuck. I think about food all the time and some member is toasting bread downstairs. do not leave your room joy. do not. its evil & illegal.
I decide.
I think I'm stepping out of this room now to see the culprit and take a bite.
I think its my mother. ;(
edit//
I stepped out. cheese oooozeed out of that soft japanese white bread. toothpicks on cocktail sausages. sinful. I know.
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