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Okay, Im in bed, half-asleep, but my stomach? Its a war zone. Im staring at this screen like its the last hope of humanity or at least, the last image of a food truck before it vanishes. Whats that? Thats not just a pillow, thats a throne of carbs. My eyes are half-closed, but my taste buds are wide awake, screaming for something thats not just food its a symphony of salt, fat, and heat. Im not just hungry Im a food-obsessed, starved-for-joy, soul thats been waiting for this moment since the last bite of my midnight snack. Im in the dark, but Im not alone Im surrounded by the promise of a meal thats more than just calories its a story. A story thats about to begin. Im not just hungry Im a food-obsessed, starved-for-joy, soul thats been waiting for this moment since the last bite of my midnight snack. Im in the dark, but Im not alone Im surrounded by the promise of a meal thats more than just calories its a story. A story thats about to begin.

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