And it was Round 2.
My mum was so persistent about preparing a fowl for dinner when we were already having steamboat, so sitting pretty in the fridge now is half of the leftovers from dinner. Bah. So much food. Force-fed fish, but I'm starting to learn to live with it. Jack was worried that I wouldn't be able to handle the sudden introduction of alien food into my food chain, but I'm perfectly okay with it, up to now. But it doesn't mean that I'm going back to taking in red meat; I have a permanent abhorrence for the stench. It's literally a stench. Pardon me. But falling sick so very often these days has made me take serious considerations about going back onto fish.
I'm throwing sencha into my stomach.
I miss you.
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