Another night trying to decrypt the mess’s “vegetable stew” – I swear I saw the same lone pea floating there last Tuesday. At least my roommate’s snoring is rhythmic enough to be a susegad lullaby, though his philosophy debates at 4 AM are kazar after a full day of calibrating sensors. I miss my mother’s fish curry; this steel plate just doesn’t taste the same.
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