The Bad Influence
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The Bad Influence

Hunger Drove Me to Barbecue the Dog

My cute dog Benji brings me an oven mitt. Little does she suspect I’m about to BBQ her for dinner tonight. I’m so fucking hungry.

They were freshly baked. A trayful of shiny cookies. The doughy flesh glistened in the sunlight. Each individual chocolate chip lay half-buried in the cookie mound. I could smell the sweet aroma from across the room. Resistance was hard. I knew I was about to break my diet.

It's an unnatural hunger. Cutting carbs. I’m always hungry. Every dormant smell, every slice of cheese, every luscious whiff from…

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