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These humans are so disappointing sometimes. Many times. Nearly all the times.
Gods, food is delicious. I want to eat more. I want to eat everything. Gimme all the foods. From now on, it’s food everywhere, all the time, every kind. I want to constantly stuff my face. Screw relationships, I’ll make food my new love. I’ve clearly been misplacing all my fantasies on love and sex. I should’ve just focused my pining on food this whole time.
People wish and the stars try to grant, but even as the stars sacrifice themselves and fall, so many wishes are wasted, just as so much love is lost.
“Unless you’re dead or dying, don’t call me like that, or I’ll push you over the edge of the island next time,” he snaps.

