Follow this advice and choose words carefully when you tell someone about their bad breath.

Okay, last night I went groery shopping, because I am tired of eating all that greasy meat, pizza, and sodium filled canned foods.

So, I ate a sbaby pinach, carrot, and grilled chicken salad with honey mustard sauce, and it was great! When I woke up this morning, I felt great, and I noticed I didn’t have bad breath.

I researched something about the lack of certain vitamins and minerals that cause odors like bad breath, and I definitely noticed a difference sooner than I thought. I don’t have killer breath, but I notice that when I don’t eat my breath has an odor. Not too bad, but it is there.

Then, this morning I had oatmeal, with skim milk in it, a dash of salt and half of a banana.

So, I had to work today, I work in the mall, so I went to Wendy’s to get a Grilled Chicken sandwich, and a large Water.

I went to the back room, and took out my wheat bread (LOL) and put the meat in between the slices, put honey mustard on and ate. I drank apple juice also. Then later on, I had a 15 min break and drank some of the Wendy’s water. It had funny taste, but I needed the water. lol

Do you think it might have been the water that is causing my stomach to become upset, the wheat, or maybe the fact I am eating all these healthy things?

Because I donteat fruits and vegetables on a daily basis, I eat what will sum up to Italian food and Turkey sandwiches. lol

What do you think? And please give me a tip on what I should do in the future to help my stomach if vegetables are the culprit. I eat bread all the time, so I dont know if it is wheat, but it is known to be cause of digestion or other problems with other people. I know about drinking tea, or peppermint tea maybe to calm the stomach, but first let me know what may actually be the cause and then what should I do? Thanks!
Oh and I just ate ALMONDS! Thats when it really started getting upset!

I have a friend that has REALLY bad breath, and I don’t know how to tell them so they don’t get their feelings hurt. Is there anything I can do to help combat the killer morning breath without hurting their feelings or do I just need to live with it?

Verily†the dawn is the head of the horse which is fit for sacrifice, the sun its eye, the wind its breath, the mouth the Vaisv‚nara†fire, the year the body of the sacrificial horse. Heaven is the back, the sky the belly, the earth the chest†, the quarters the two sides, the intermediate quarters the ribs, the members the seasons, the joints the months and half-months, the feet days and nights, the bones the stars, the flesh the clouds. The half-digested food is the sand, the rivers the bowels†, the liver and the lungs†the mountains, the hairs the herbs and trees. As the sun rises, it is the forepart, as it sets, the hindpart of the horse. When the horse shakes itself†, then it lightens; when it kicks, it thunders; when it makes water, it rains; voice† is its voice.
Verily Day arose after the horse as the (golden) vessel†, called Mahiman (greatness), which (at the sacrifice) is placed before the horse. Its place is in the Eastern sea. The Night arose after the horse as the (silver) vessel, called Mahiman, which (at the sacrifice) is placed behind the horse. Its place is in the Western sea. Verily, these two vessels (or greatnesses) arose to be on each side of the horse.
As a racer he carried the Devas, as a stallion the Gandharvas, as a runner the Asuras, as a horse men. The sea is its kin, the sea is its birthplace.
In the beginning there was nothing (to be perceived) here whatsoever. By Death indeed all this was concealed,–by hunger; for death is hunger. Death (the first being) thought, ‘Let me have a body.’ Then he moved about, worshipping. From him thus worshipping water was produced. And he said: ‘Verily, there appeared to me, while I worshipped (arkate), water (ka).’ This is why water is called ar-ka†1. Surely there is water (or pleasure) for him who thus knows the reason why water is called arka.
There were two kinds of descendants of Prag‚pati, the Devas and the Asuras†. Now the Devas were indeed the younger, the Asuras the elder ones†. The Devas, who were struggling in these worlds, said: ‘Well, let us overcome the Asuras at the sacrifices (the Gyotishtoma) by means of the udgÓtha.’
They said to speech (V‚k): ‘Do thou sing out for us (the udgÓtha).’ ‘Yes,’ said speech, and sang (the udgÓtha). Whatever delight there is in speech, that she obtained for the Devas by singing (the three pavam‚nas); but that she pronounced well (in the other nine pavam‚nas), that was for herself. The Asuras knew: ‘Verily, through this singer they will overcome us.’ They therefore rushed at the singer and pierced her with evil. That evil which consists in saying what is bad, that is that evil.
Then they (the Devas) said to breath (scent): ‘Do thou sing out for us.’ ‘Yes,’ said breath, and sang. Whatever delight there is in breath (smell), that he obtained for the Devas by singing; but that he smelled well, that was for himself. The Asuras knew: ‘Verily, through this singer they will overcome us.’ They therefore rushed at the singer, and pierced him with evil. That evil which consists in smelling what is bad, that is that evil.
Then they said to the eye: ‘Do thou sing out for us.’ ‘Yes,’ said the eye, and sang. Whatever delight there is in the eye, that he obtained for the Devas by singing; but that he saw well, that was for himself The Asuras knew: ‘Verily, through this singer they will overcome us.’

I’ve been lifting seriously for about 9 years now, mostly for football in high school and college, but now I’m a senior in college and weigh about 220 lbs. I would love to drop about 20 pounds by March and I’ve decided to switch my diet up and go with a Ketogenic diet. I’ve done a ton of research about it and feel that I know how to get into it, but I’m not sure if I am or not. I’ve been taking in about 2200 cal per day while doing olympic lifting (my favorite type) along with basic lifts such as bench/bicep/tricep/and ab work, and also at least 30 min of cardio per day (usually right after i work out I do 30-45 minutes of interval cardio on the elliptical: five minute warm up with 1 minute high resistance while trying to keep my pace, then 2 minutes of low resistance with a 2-3 minute cool down the last few minutes, then if time permits I go and do an additional 20-45 min in the evening between my 5th and 6th meals) I’ve been drinkin tons of water, as i usually do, and drastically cut back my consumption of diet soda (one of my addictions) to about 1 bottle or less a day. Earlier today I noticed my urine had an unusual smell that was fairly strong and from what I’ve read this is a sign of ketosis. I’ve been doing a low carb diet for about a week now (continuously fine-tuning it) for the past few days I’ve noticed that I get tired around 3-5 o clock, then again around bed time which usually doesn’t happen (at least getting tired at 3-5) I’ve not noticed a strange taste in my mouth or bad breath but I’ve not really paid much attention to either. I’m probably not doing the correct ratio of fats/proteins/carbs for a Keto diet in that it’s mostly been a 26% /66% /8% ratio but I’m still fine tuning it…and to be exact i take in approx 2200 cal 66g of fat 352g of protein and 44g of carbs each day. I drink probably about 5 scoops of whey protein (switch between Optimum Nutrition 100% gold standard and Gaspari Nutrition Myofusion: my two favorites), one scoop of Gaspari Nutrition Super Pump 250 (an NO product) 5 g of creatine and 5 g of L-Glutamine (following workouts to help with soreness).

So all in all, based on the info provided, do you think I’m in Ketosis, and should I really be concerned with the excess protein ratio and lower fat ratio, because from my understanding it is probably better to have high intake of fat while getting into ketosis because your body actually switched to fat for it’s energy rather than carbs.

Thanks for any help!
Thanks for the advice. Like i said I have experimented with different diets for bulking but not so much with cutting. i am a pretty healthy person in general but my last couple of semesters have been very hectic in that I’m trying to finish out my undergrad and prepare for law school, so I did become a little lazy and ate foods i never would have touched back in the football olympic lifting days. I’m getting back into it now and the Ketogenic diet seemed like the best option for me but i do deviate from what the Atkin’s diet preaches. The fats i do eat are good fats, from fish, nuts, lean meats etc. But i do appreciate your opinion, and I’m the kind of person that if something catches my eye, I have to try it out (not drugs or anything like that haha) but thank you again!

therabreath.com You can tell someone anonymously that she or he has bad breath by going to the link!

Stella
I flopped on my bed, and cried. I missed Chrissy Anne extremely. It’s funny how much I could actually miss my step mom, but, here I am, missing her with all my heart. I pulled my pillow over my head, and more tears soaked my bed. Someone knocked on my door, and stepped in.
“Go away!” I moaned, and threw the pillow at the someone.
“Please Sis, talk to me.” Kimberlee whimpered, and stomped her foot.
When I didn’t answer, she stomped her foot again.
“Stella.” She whined.
I looked up at my sister, she was wearing her baggy black sweatpants, and had on a tight white short-sleeve shirt. Her long black hair was pulled together in a messy pony tail, and her face was flawless, but she had bags under her eyes.
I patted the bed beside me, for my 15 year old sister to come sit on. She ran over and slumped on the bed.
Me and Kimberlee used to get along like peanut butter and jelly, ha, that’s a funny way to put it. But we sort of clicked, we used to tell each other everything, and we never held back. But ever since Chrissy Anne left my dad, I never really shared anything with her anymore, I was always too depressed. At first Chrissy Anne was just one of my dad’s friends, she was always there with me, helping me getting through my cancer, and my mom leaving because she couldn’t deal with all this financial problems.
Then she became my dad’s shoulder to cry on, and then eventually he asked her to marry him.
I sighed. “I’m sorry Kimbee. I really am.”
She reached over and ran her fingers through my silk black hair, and then she started crying. I reached over and touched the droplets dropping from her shut eyes, and then hugged her.
“Don’t cry, everything’s going to be all right.”
She pushed me away from her, she looked furious. “No! No, nothing’s going to be all right. You have cancer, and you’re dying every minute. And Chrissy Anne is gone! And you were starting to look better when she was here, and she helped you! All we are doing is sitting here doing nothing!”
I grabbed her hand, today was a good day. I felt a little energized, I actually went for a walk this morning. But, yesterday was a bad day, I could barely get out of bed.
I felt tears fall from my eyes; I wasn’t ready to die yet. I had so many things in life unopened.
“I know, but they are making some cures, kimbee Cakes.” I called her that to make her smile, and sure enough, she smiled.
“So, there is no need to cry.” I paused, then took a deep breath, “How is your little boyfriend.”
She frowned, “I dumped that big jerk.” She said solemnly.
“Then why do you look so sad.” I said.
She made a angry face. “He said, ‘oh, how’s your gorgeous, sister. The cancer freak.’”
I looked down, why would Leo say such a thing? I mean, ever since I got cancer, I thought I became kind of ugly. Because I am always pale, my eyes, which used to be a brilliant color teal. (I don’t know how I had teal eyes, but that’s just what color they were.) Now, my eyes are a light gray, and guys always say they drown in them, that they are gorgeous, but, to me, they just look scary. And I am so thin, not in a bad one. But I don’t even have any curves, I don’t look anorexic just thin. I don’t know how guys call me gorgeous at all.
Fury struck me again, Why would Leo say that about me, in front of my sister!? She liked him a whole lot, and then he just went and broke her heart. How dare him! How dare he do this to her!
My heart started pounding in my chest, and sweat was beading down my back.
“Uh oh.” I whispered, I felt my chest heaving, and my blood boiling. My veins felt on fire, and my stomach started churning, I quickly grabbed the trashcan beside my bed, and threw up.
My sister started screaming, “Daddy! Daddy! Come quick, she’s throwing up, we need to give her, her medicine!”
I heard my dad stomping up the stairs, I threw up in the trash again. Someone wrapped a wet cloth around my forehead, and something pinched the inside of my elbow.
I felt absolutely horrible, my blood felt like it was boiling inside me, and veins burned horribly.
“Honey! Honey, are you okay?” My dad cried.
My sister was weeping and screaming in the corner, “Dad! Dad, don’t let her go.”
My dad turned to her. “She won’t take chemo, she knew this would happen!”
My sister started screaming, and she held her head in her hands.
I forced myself to speak, “9…… 9….. 1…1.” I whispered hoarsely.
I looked up at my dad, he had tears streaming down his eyes, and I couldn’t bare it.
I burst into tears.
He threw himself down on the floor beside me, and more sobs broke out.
“Honey, are you in pain? Why are you crying?” He screamed.
I tried wiping my eyes, but my hands wouldn’t move, “because you are.”
And with that, everything went black.

Kimberlee

I looked down at Stella, she was as white as computer paper. Her hair was damp with sweat, and her eyes were closed shut. Tears fell from my eyes, why? Why my sister? Why?
“Dad, is she going to be okay.” I looked over at my

Stella
I flopped on my bed, and cried. I missed Chrissy Anne extremely. It’s funny how much I could actually miss my step mom, but, here I am, missing her with all my heart. I pulled my pillow over my head, and more tears soaked my bed. Someone knocked on my door, and stepped in.
“Go away!” I moaned, and threw the pillow at the someone.
“Please Sis, talk to me.” Kimberlee whimpered, and stomped her foot.
When I didn’t answer, she stomped her foot again.
“Stella.” She whined.
I looked up at my sister, she was wearing her baggy black sweatpants, and had on a tight white short-sleeve shirt. Her long black hair was pulled together in a messy pony tail, and her face was flawless, but she had bags under her eyes.
I patted the bed beside me, for my 15 year old sister to come sit on. She ran over and slumped on the bed.
Me and Kimberlee used to get along like peanut butter and jelly, ha, that’s a funny way to put it. But we sort of clicked, we used to tell each other everything, and we never held back. But ever since Chrissy Anne left my dad, I never really shared anything with her anymore, I was always too depressed. At first Chrissy Anne was just one of my dad’s friends, she was always there with me, helping me getting through my cancer, and my mom leaving because she couldn’t deal with all this financial problems.
Then she became my dad’s shoulder to cry on, and then eventually he asked her to marry him.
I sighed. “I’m sorry Kimbee. I really am.”
She reached over and ran her fingers through my silk black hair, and then she started crying. I reached over and touched the droplets dropping from her shut eyes, and then hugged her.
“Don’t cry, everything’s going to be all right.”
She pushed me away from her, she looked furious. “No! No, nothing’s going to be all right. You have cancer, and you’re dying every minute. And Chrissy Anne is gone! And you were starting to look better when she was here, and she helped you! All we are doing is sitting here doing nothing!”
I grabbed her hand, today was a good day. I felt a little energized, I actually went for a walk this morning. But, yesterday was a bad day, I could barely get out of bed.
I felt tears fall from my eyes; I wasn’t ready to die yet. I had so many things in life unopened.
“I know, but they are making some cures, kimbee Cakes.” I called her that to make her smile, and sure enough, she smiled.
“So, there is no need to cry.” I paused, then took a deep breath, “How is your little boyfriend.”
She frowned, “I dumped that big jerk.” She said solemnly.
“Then why do you look so sad.” I said.
She made a angry face. “He said, ‘oh, how’s your gorgeous, sister. The cancer freak.’”
I looked down, why would Leo say such a thing? I mean, ever since I got cancer, I thought I became kind of ugly. Because I am always pale, my eyes, which used to be a brilliant color teal. (I don’t know how I had teal eyes, but that’s just what color they were.) Now, my eyes are a light gray, and guys always say they drown in them, that they are gorgeous, but, to me, they just look scary. And I am so thin, not in a bad one. But I don’t even have any curves, I don’t look anorexic just thin. I don’t know how guys call me gorgeous at all.
Fury struck me again, Why would Leo say that about me, in front of my sister!? She liked him a whole lot, and then he just went and broke her heart. How dare him! How dare he do this to her!
My heart started pounding in my chest, and sweat was beading down my back.
“Uh oh.” I whispered, I felt my chest heaving, and my blood boiling. My veins felt on fire, and my stomach started churning, I quickly grabbed the trashcan beside my bed, and threw up.
My sister started screaming, “Daddy! Daddy! Come quick, she’s throwing up, we need to give her, her medicine!”
I heard my dad stomping up the stairs, I threw up in the trash again. Someone wrapped a wet cloth around my forehead, and something pinched the inside of my elbow.
I felt absolutely horrible, my blood felt like it was boiling inside me, and veins burned horribly.
“Honey! Honey, are you okay?” My dad cried.
My sister was weeping and screaming in the corner, “Dad! Dad, don’t let her go.”
My dad turned to her. “She won’t take chemo, she knew this would happen!”
My sister started screaming, and she held her head in her hands.
I forced myself to speak, “9…… 9….. 1…1.” I whispered hoarsely.
I looked up at my dad, he had tears streaming down his eyes, and I couldn’t bare it.
I burst into tears.
He threw himself down on the floor beside me, and more sobs broke out.
“Honey, are you in pain? Why are you crying?” He screamed.
I tried wiping my eyes, but my hands wouldn’t move, “because you are.”
And with that, everything went black.

Kimberlee

I looked down at Stella, she was as white as computer paper. Her hair was damp with sweat, and her eyes were closed shut. Tears fell from my eyes, why? Why my sister? Why?
“Dad, is she going to be okay.” I looked over at my

Okay so i am trying to write a better paper than my teacher dont ask why any I want to know if you think this is good. Good for a professional writer not good for an eight grader. Or if you think it is bad for a professional writer tell me to but dont compare it to eighth grade writing even if it sounds like eighth grade writing cuz I could care less if it is good by those standards (sorry I cant think of how to word that without sounding rude again sorry just trying to express that i dont want it compared to most student writing, sorry again)
Any suggestions are appreciated I am open to any new ideas for it and if any one has an idea for a title let me thanx ahead a time, if you actually are going to read all of this then you are amazing

Running, running, running, but from what,—no, not what—who? Who am I running from? And now that I’m all alone why am I still running? This is why, I think,—answering my own question. I am running from myself. What part though, body or soul? Both, I am running from both I decide,—but to where?—a place of nonexistence where nothing is necessary because nothing is anything. That is where I am running and that is why I still have yet to succeed my journey, for if I did these thoughts would not be running through my head, running. The thoughts are “running” through my head, just like I am running through the darkness of night.
My heart is beating faster every second and each breath is becoming harder to breathe than it is to hold back the tears I am so longing to cry. I feel as if I am in a nightmare where I am being chased by fear itself—I cannot run fast enough. I push harder and harder until I collapse to the ground in my fruitless effort to run away from the tears, and more specifically myself. I sit there in the middle of the street at midnight—my arms wrapped tightly around my legs—trying to curl up into a ball so small that I disappear completely—as if I never existed at all.
By now I can clearly feel my heart beating through my chest and my breathing has turned into gasps for air,—hoping that the oxygen will fill the emptiness in my chest—as I look around at the night, engulfing me in a sea of darkness. The lump in my throat is becoming stronger and stronger, and pools of tears form at the rims of my eyes. I give in alas; allowing the tears to roll rapidly down my checks, and the sobs to burst aloud as all self-control is destroyed with the moon as the only witness to my defeat.
When I gain some form control back, I stare up at my witness, shining brighter than love in a land of war. Love, I think to myself, giving someone the ability to destroy you completely with nothing but trust in them that they will not. However, more commonly than not their expectations are breached, and all that’s left is memories, memories and heartbreak that is. Yet, wouldn’t the greater heartbreak be to never have experienced love at all? To have not even memories as reminders that love and pure joy does exist. To not even have a single memory of a moment of pure joy to carry one’s self through the hardships of life. Maybe, just maybe, if I had an experience of pure love, pure joy, tonight wouldn’t be so painful.
I look down the abandoned street, no cars, no bikers, no dogs, and no skateboarders. It is just me, the streets, the darkness, my witness, and my overwhelming pain. The only thing reminding me of the reality of this moment is the cool nighttime breeze blowing gently through my hair, against my skin—sending quick shivers down my spine, and goose bumps along my limbs. Unfortunately, this light chill isn’t enough to cure the numbness, so I begin biting my lip, softly at first, then I start biting down harder and harder to get the same adrenaline as the first time ‘till I finally am convinced that this is real and I really an here.
I try to tell myself to be afraid, for running in the street at midnight should bring fear upon any sane person,—though I am a little less than sane—but it does not. I feel safe for the first time in a long time. I am hidden from any lingering eyes there may be in any nearby homes, hidden from any judgment what-so-ever. I finally begin to uncurl myself from my tight ball and lie down on the cold cement road. I then close my eyes and just listen to the soft symphony of the night. The crickets, the frogs, the owls, all singing in harmony—these are the sounds of true peace, so as I listen I forget for a moment how much pain and destruction there really is in the world.
The symphony begins to drone into the background as I feel my body drift into unconsciousness, as I become lost in my thoughts while lying there. I realize the ridiculously high level of danger I am putting myself in by doing this,—running in the street at midnight is one thing, but now I am sleeping in the street—but once again, I do not care. Peace of mind has finally come upon me and I will hold it hostage for as long as possible. I no longer feel the
need to cry, scream, or for anything. I…I…
I assume I dozed off, because it’s as if I have just woken up. Wait. Or am I still asleep? I am no longer sure. My body feels numb,—in a physically sense, not emotional this time—and the only thing I can hear besides a slowing beating noise—possibly my heart?—is a sharp ringing in my ears like nothing I’ve ever heard before, an octave higher than the human ear can normally hear. Though more strangely, I now am in total darkness. No more than a second has passed and I now see a faint light, inching closer and closer, getting brighter and brighter, and the beating sound slurs, and then suddenly stops altogether. I realize that the light isn’t coming to me; I am going to it, running to it though I cannot feel myself moving. I feel a smile of pure joy spreads across my face as I realize what is happening. I keep running, running, running, and then finally take one last step into the oh-so-welcoming light.

I’m a 21 year old slightly overweight but healthy male. I had been drinking a lot prior to this situation but just wine every night or almost every night. On June 6th I tried gin for the first time and I’ve had other hard liquors before. I drank it on an empty stomach mixed with lemon juice and ginger ale (I don’t usually mix, was experimenting). I drank half the bottle and started feeling the need to take deep breaths so I stopped.

In the morning I had the same sensation, and a cough/irritation below my throat. I had every test done including EKG/Gallbladder & Liver scan/endoscopy/barium swallow/blood tests/allergies etc. all were negative aside from the endoscopy finding a 3-4 cm sliding hiatal hernia, which was so small it didn’t show on the barium swallow and doesn’t coincide w/ my symptoms since they happened instantly.

I was put on all types of antacids and PPI’s because they thought it was acid reflux. I took Zantac/PepcidAC/Protonix/Zegerid/Aciphex etc. nothing helped. After trying those plus antibiotics and ativan because they thought it was psychological, I started burping a lot. I burp all the time now, especially when I sit up or after I eat(not when I lay down at all).

I don’t burp up food, but I get an indigestion feeling like an “mmmph” as if I’ve eaten too much, even on an empty stomach. My tongue is coated white/yellow. My breath is worse in the morning, and I still have a cough/irritation between my collar bones that gets worse when I take a deep breath (feels air related, not swallow related).

I don’t regurgitate food nor do I regurgitate acid. I don’t get any heartburn and none of the antacid pills have helped. The endoscopy showed no inflammation or irritation. No one knows what it is but all I know is it started to happen after I drank the gin. I haven’t drank any alcohol and I’m eating a good diet, small meals, all the recommendations for stomach issues.

I’m getting acupuncture and treatment through a naturopath, they have some good ideas, and are trying, but I have not been “cured” yet. I am wondering if any of you could give me some info on how gin could cause this and what it could be? I have a very very hearty stomach, I collect hot sauces and used to eat habanero sauce and very very large meals. I have a very high alcohol tolerance and never had this problem before, even after copious amounts, it’s so strange.

All I can think of is the day that I drank the gin, I had Japanese food for lunch (Sushi and teriaki beef) along with some spicy beef jerky (the kind they keep in the plastic vats). I’ve had it before so I’m not sure if perhaps I contracted some stomach bug from the food and the gin aggravated it? I have no idea, but this has lasted 2 months and I’m freaking out.

Here are my stats taken by the naturopath:

Ph of 5.8 (acidic)

A pulse of 91 beats per minute

Good blood pressure and zinc levels

Low overall cholesterol, 125

High triglycerides (TG’s) 137

Very low good cholesterol (HDL) 36

Very low calcium 150

Low bad cholesterol (LDL) which is a good thing, 61

A bit high in the glucose at 98 when the range is 80-95 and found my TC : HDL to be 3.4

Body fat percentage 24.7%

Only serious answers please, and thank you for reading.
I saw a pulmonologist who did a spirometer and flow meter test for the lungs, it came out fine. My main symptom is an irritation below my neck near the collar bones, it’s constant. The shortness of breath has lessened since that day.

I had a lot of stress right before this happened, transmission had problems, had to reformat computer, etc. I have college as well and that is also a bit stressful but I don’t feel “stressed” right now, I feel calm. Is it possible to still be stressed even though you feel fine? I also notice my leg shakes a lot (restless leg) since this started.

I’m usually not anxious or hypochondriac-like but these sensations are new to me and very unsettling.
I also want to add that ever since this started, my bowel movements have been strange. They drop out in strange pieces that fall to the bottom of the toilet and never float. They have a “scattered” “dirt-like” quality with this powdery/murky stuff coming out of them floating all around, it looks like tiny little dots. When I flush, it all billows up in a huge cloud as if flushing flour that has sat on the bottom of the toilet bowl.

This can’t just be “GERD”, this makes no sense. Something is in my stomach?

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