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Hey Soup!

It's dark. The nocturnal animals are probably eating or fornicating or defecating.

I am making soup. Red clam chowder. A bit made from pigs that grow up from somewhere. And shellfish.

I do not feel guilty, because incomprehensibly small alive bits will devour my flesh after I breathe for the last time.

A square meal is a fair meal.

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