(with beats, it was in pieces, so it wasn't 10 whole beats, more like 10 bites). Time after time, for years and years, she made me eat them. Til the day I die, I will never eat any of things again. They still make me wanna be sick when they touch my lips.
my parents tried to make me eat beets. i threw them up at the dinner table. they never tried again. it was partly on purpose, and partly unavoidable, if that is possible.
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