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| Ana Psalm |
Strict is my diet. I must not want. It maketh me to lie down at night hungry.
It leadeth me past the confectioners. It trieth my willpower. It leadeth me in
the paths of alteration for my figure's sake. Yea, though I walk through the
aisles of the pastry department, I will buy no sweet rolls for they are
fattening. The cakes and the pies, they tempt me. Before me is a table set with
green beans and lettuce. I filleth my stomach with liquids, My day's quota
runneth over. Surely calorie and weight charts will follow me all the days of my
life, And I will dwell in the fear of the scales forever.
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