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Words Fail Me
Ken’s birthday was a hoot. You know you’re in trouble, though in an Indian restaurant when after everyone’s ordered their dishes, the server comes over to add another table nearby for “all those dishes you all have ordered”.
Is there a single word for “so stuffed I can’t move and I feel like puking but simultaneously I feel wonderful?” Satiated?
And then dancing later in Minna was difficult, but not impossible, as long as I waited for my tummy to catch up with me.
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