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But then. Yes, but then. There's this eating thing going on. I want to
go to Thanksgiving, and then I don't want to go to Thanksgiving. I can't
wait, and then I can, because I know I'm going to eat so much I'll be
sick. But I'll enjoy it while I'm doing it. But then, I'll be sorry
later and feel like a big fat loser. But then I had such a good time.
But then, I'll feel fat and ugly and out of control and...and...and...
Is this my fault? No way. It's the Pilgrims-it is the Pilgrims' fault. I won't blame the Indians...they were just trying to be nice by offering up all that food. But the Pilgrims, that's another story. They were eating like squirrels--storing for the winter. And we, as good Americans, follow in their footsteps, year in year out, never realizing that if it's a bad harvest, we can just go to the grocery.
Is this my fault? No way. It's the Pilgrims-it is the Pilgrims' fault. I won't blame the Indians...they were just trying to be nice by offering up all that food. But the Pilgrims, that's another story. They were eating like squirrels--storing for the winter. And we, as good Americans, follow in their footsteps, year in year out, never realizing that if it's a bad harvest, we can just go to the grocery.
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