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She's gagging and choking up food the entire stream.
She speaks with enthusiasm with words like "yummy! yummy! yummy!" and "yaaaaayy!!!"
You can hear her soul dying with every word she speaks and there's spat out pieces of half-eaten food on the table.
I'm pretty sure she'll vomit again soon.
She is my oshi. •

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