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Why did his mind keep wandering between sticky-

gooey or intense, crunchy pleasure? Only one word could

encompass all these feelings: FOOD. That word gave him so

much joy. Food was his friend, his soul mate, his daily,

constant companion. While his classmates made fun of him

at school, calling him “explosive

whale” or the

horrendous “blubber face”

Mr. Food (that’s the way he

thought of him, as

somebody older, who

protected him

against all evil) always

treated him kindly.

He knew

he shouldn’t be here,

standing by the spick

and span marbled kitchen

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