But today, she mourns. She carries questions of horror through my mind. To eat or not to eat? To purge or not to purge? That was certainly the question.
I sat with a package of white chocolate Lindor Truffles in my lap like it was a ball of fire I couldn’t let go of. I held the gold and white package in my hands for a second and immediately dropped it into my lap, where my knees quaked at a 9.0 and I closed my eyes as the tsunami waves of haunting thoughts lurked through every curve of my mind.
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