Fished Out.
All fished out, yes that is right! Me being the fisher queen who could wolf down buckets of the stuff and now I stare through the glass counters and require the fish to turn tricks in order to thrill me or at least be presented on an elegant platter with a carved carrot lotus by an award winning Japanese chef. Moving on to poultry now, oh how i crave protein and luscious tender morsels of something er goatish. I couldn't eat a goat, no clue why but I feel goats are a bit sacred yet we shall see
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