[To be read as if shaking a hand at the sky.]
If you were me, your internal body clock would be telling you you're done with work. I mean, you'd have to be. Because it feels like 5:40 pm.
And you just ate 100 grams of digestive cookies. The kind that aid the digestive process, as it were.
And you think you might die.
Bleeehhhhh.
The worst part is, you weren't that hungry to begin with. And you brought them home as a gift. You selfish, evil woman.
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