confessions of a fat chick (and complaints, and ramblings, and and and...maybe a recipe or three? no?)
out loud, as i schmear softened butter across the naked side of a second cinnamon graham cracker, and lay it next to the first:
you are going to die of a heart attack, woman - long before the cancer ever gets you, so, that's lucky.
*cackle*
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