I don't know quite what to do with all of this kindness, except accept it. It doesn't feel quite right and yet it does somehow; like it's filling some holes from the past, mudding over some cracks, applying pressure to puncture and stiching up some tears.
I don't know quite what to do with this swelling, this feeling of fullness. Perhaps I'll eat less; thank you.
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Just take what you want from the plate. This isn't the kind of food that spoils - it will be there for you whenever you are hungry. I look forward to lining up for a hug on Friday.
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