I slurp ramen noodles out of the styrofoam cup. They don't taste as good as real ramen, why do people eat them? Why am I? I slurp again. They taste fake.
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Feelings
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Noodles
I slurp ramen noodles out of the styrofoam cup. They don't taste as good as real ramen, why do people eat them? Why am I? I slurp again. They taste fake.