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... meal sitting on the dining table was again seaweed soup. I shook my head in dismay.
I’m sick of it. Of course, I’d be sick of it. I ate it nonstop. If I wasn’t sick of it, I wouldn’t be human. Even if it was the best tasting thing in the world, it would be perfectly normal to get sick of eating the same meal three times a day.
From anyone’s perspective, and as a logical progression, such a reaction was expected. I scooped up a spoonful and put it in my mouth. The soup slid down m ...
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