So,
6pm on a Sunday night sitting on the train as it clatters me back home. The guy sitting next to me smells like soup but not just mildly... like really smells like soup, like hot and delicious chicken noodle soup. Yet no soup in sight. All I can think is how hungry it is making me and how I feel like soup. Really, there has to be something wrong with me.
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