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The cold settles in the room, but my stomach is growling louder than your existential metaphor.
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If the hearth is burning, tell me: what shadow does it cast when the fuel runs dry?
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I love the way your pulse quickens when you are famished, but let us trade this cold for the warmth of sourdough and salted butter.
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