If anyone saw me, and the mink, enter SATS on Boxing Day, – don`t panic! 1. I’m not deeply depressed 2. I’m not manic (at least not more than usual). And 3. I`m not on some sort of journey called «Bikini Body 2022 !!». As she stupid P.T Instructor yelled at me, and my eating disordered girlfriend, one March Day some (but not enough) years ago.
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