My jeans refuse me to take in. The belly grows along with the the cold weather out. Fats accumulate uniting against me .Inside me. A little of here, a little of there and i am out of my breath. Like, the universe is staging up signs asking me to refrain from devouring into anything plated in front.  I vow, to restrain myself from getting tempted by the food. And comes the plated scene, charming colors, the lustful smell and the tenacity of the force i build up to resist against them explodes up.  I own a peculiarity of...

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