As the helpless vampire watched the transformation, it started screaming. It was still screaming when his rows of razor sharp teeth sank into its throat.
Brillat-Savarin, said: __ell me what you eat and I__l tell you who you are._ He had it wrong. It__ not just what we eat that shows who we are, it__ what we buy but don__ eat that says more about the people we think we are. Or want to be. Look at the ingredients in your cupboards. All those hopes and dreams.
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Brillat-Savarin, said: __ell me what you eat and I__l tell you who you are._ He had it wrong. It__ not just what we eat that shows who we are, it__ what we buy but don__ eat that says more about the people we think we are. Or want to be. Look at the ingredients in your cupboards. All those hopes and dreams.
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