Gluttony. Is there a good side to it? Not really, because I feel the effects. Chocolate, mirrored chocolate from the ninth circle of a magical elf tree is flowing boldly around my body. And I look over to see my sister and she sees no remorse, remorse is for the dead.
But if remorse is for the dead, than why is my stomach mutilated? Remorse, pain, gluttony. The mirrored colors scream happiness, chocolate, and more happiness. All along, I've looked in mirrors and been disgusted or excited.
Maybe mirrors are only good for one thing only...
Chocolate.
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