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School lunch; repulsive meat like substance.
Home (of meat eaters); *mom chucks you a bowl of salad*
Out to dinner; *searching the menu* “They have great *insert any meat item here*”

Longing. Above all, longing. It’s the only word that comes to mind when I slip into the dungeons of my mind & I think about you. We talked about what went wrong, but, does it mean anything? Is there even the slightest chance things can go back to how they once were?