They give me a box and say put it in here, but it’s active, like a spider bustling with legs, crawling up the sides and ceilings of things. I can’t make it stop, no, I can’t keep it still, so I swallow it whole, without chewing. And it’s large in my gut and it fills me till I lose my hunger.
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