i remember when i first lived on my own, i was eighteen, every day i would go to the taco maker in providence, rhode island, after work at my job in the metal polishing factory. i would order two bean burritos at 59 cents each. halfway through the second burrito, i would begin to panic, knowing that i was almost done and i still wasn't full. that feeling was horrible, and i will always remember it. i also used to eat a lot of canned beets around that time in my life, they were really cheap and i was anemic.
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