I found myself hate-eating the taco.
Bite by excruciating bite, I masticated yet another gob of fish and tortilla. This one was vile, with soggy batter, a cheap, mass-produced corn tortilla, and wilty cabbage. Most of my being wanted to just chuck it in the trash, but I couldn’t bring myself to. So I sullenly swallowed it, lump by lump.
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