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Every morning for those four years, I have awoken feverishly, desperately, feeling completely and utterly empty. For the better part of this summer, I have attempted to lead a far more fulfilling life though I have only now found that which I have been missing.
My newly self-diagnosed yearning for a well-prepared dish of Katsu Ramen with Poached Tamago has caused me many years of pain. Years I may never get back but future years which I hope to spare myself of.
Please allow me to heal my ailment, climb inside me o' Katsu Ramen with Poached Tamago. Indulge me. I beg of you.