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1d
I'm not hungry
The number on the scale
teeters awkwardly
between 130 and 131.
I sigh.
"115," I remind myself,
"I need to hit 115."
Who needs lunch, anyways?
Cyndi Allens
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Cyndi Allens  15/F
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