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» It was a regular disappointment to see, every morning, the scale that only read 700 pounds. I used to be a lot bigger—filling a bed with over half a ton of immobile ferret flab—till I started dying regularly and the doctor said I needed to ease up

It was a regular disappointment to see, every morning, the scale that only read 700

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» I Used To Be Something Else. I Don’t Know What, Exactly. It Felt Like An Important Thought To Hold On To, Even Though I Wasn’t Really Sure What It Meant; All I Knew Was A) I’m A Pig, B) I Think I Know A Lot Of Things Pigs Aren’t Supposed To,

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» It Was Hard To Get Used To Just How Early It Got Dark Here When Winter Came. Sure, You Expect The Evenings To Be Dark, But On This Edge Of The Time Zone The Sun Was Already Gone From The Sky Before Five. The Combination Of The Darkness, The Snowy Weathe

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