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.
every session I had no fewer than sixteen girls with __llergies_ to dairy and wheat__heese and bread basically__ut also to garlic, eggplant, corn, and nuts. They had cleverly developed __llergies,_ I believe, to the foods they had seen their own mothers fearing and loathing as diet fads passed through their homes. I could__e strangled their mothers for saddling these girls with the idea that food is an enemy__ome of them only eight years old and already weird about wanting a piece of bread__nd I would__e liked to bludgeon them, too, for forcing me to participate in their young daughters_ fucked-up relationship with food.
Blood, Bones, and Butter: The Inadvertent Education of a Reluctant Chef
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every session I had no fewer than sixteen girls with __llergies_ to dairy and wheat__heese and bread basically__ut also to garlic, eggplant, corn, and nuts. They had cleverly developed __llergies,_ I believe, to the foods they had seen their own mothers fearing and loathing as diet fads passed through their homes. I could__e strangled their mothers for saddling these girls with the idea that food is an enemy__ome of them only eight years old and already weird about wanting a piece of bread__nd I would__e liked to bludgeon them, too, for forcing me to participate in their young daughters_ fucked-up relationship with food.
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