The first time I went on a picnic, every one gave me something to eat. I didn't feel so good after a few hours, and
the next day, couldn't eat a bite, just lie on my bed, feeling like I would explode, and finally taking some castor
oil, so I could get a little space in there.
Over the years I have been kind of conscious of how much I should eat, and as there are few people
and places I do eat, I'm in charge of my stomach and know how much and what to put into it.
I say all this to mention that…
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Posted on March 13, 2009 at 9:31am —