Rotting food is like a bitter ex. It seems to shout out, "Fine!!! Go ahead and leave me but I am going to cause a huge stink as I go." It never really gets over it either. It just lets the separation eat away at it until there's nothing left.
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- Jill Footey
- I'm a 3000 pound muscular woman with purple hair, a love for hula-hooping, and a passion for crispy pickles. I do occasionally cry over spilled milk, which should explain the picture.
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