I could never be anorexic. The gnawing empty makes me feel fragile in the bad, easy-to-shatter, vomit-filled way. I have been too poor to bother with being hungry on purpose.

So this morning I feel like a rediculously thin paper cut out with a comic-strip caboose flattened out squishily beneath me: fat and happy while the rest of me trembles and coughs and scratches for Food.

It's just that I feel helpless in the face of stoves, just now.

<<agé chose>>

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