The nachos that I’m not eating

Karen and Allan ordered some delicious-looking nachos. They were also delicious-smelling; I know because they sat right in front of my nose for some time. I didn’t touch them, though, because I want to fit into those old jeans in my closet much more than I want the nachos. Damn it feels good to know that!

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