I leave my room with a hunger for food in my stomach. I walk to the kitchen with hopes of eating something good. I stand in front of the refrigerator. I put my hand on the fridge door. It's the moment of truth. I pull open the door. I look inside. And there it is.
Good. Food.
I just love it when there's food in my fridge that I like! It's so sad when I can't find anything to eat. My mom goes grocery shopping so it's all up to her what goes in the fridge. Or shall I say, what goes in my stomach.
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