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Saturday, 21 September 2019

Victory

A couple of hours after a lunch of two slices of buttered toast, I managed to eat a biscuit.
This is far too much like a victory.
I realise the not eating thing has been an issue of less than two weeks, but those days have seemed to stretch infinitely.

I deeply regret the biscuit.  But I ate it.
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  1. Sebastián Poblete21 September 2019 at 15:41

    You need to eat, don't give up. I want to see you happy and healthy 😊💚

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