Cripes, we're back to the chunks again. Twice a day, every freaking day, they're going to shove those chunks down my throat and expect me to be happy about it. No, I am not happy! The chunks are horrible. Their nasty fingers in my mouth are horrible. And you know, I really don't believe it's medicine. I think they're doing it because they like to make me miserable.
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