Good-bye rice.
Cold turkey.
Had a really sad pan-de-bistek lunch.
Tasteless, yucky, boring.
With rice, this beefsteak was glorious.
Happiness in a plate.
But now...
Stop. Stop thinking of the good times.
Dwell on the bad.
Rice made me fat.
Poison.
Bread isn't any better but it will do for now.
Baby steps.
I might faint.
But in the next few days, you will have to go too.
Coke.
2nd poison.
I still can't find it in my heart to fire you.
Panakip-butas. Something's got to fill the rice-less void.
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