It's hard to explain how hungry I get — it's like this ravenous, insatiable hunger that strikes me two to three times an hour (and sometimes six or seven). It starts with some flutters in my belly, and then my whole body pulses with hunger pangs and I am overcome with the need to seek out the nearest patch of flesh in the hopes that it might contain a nipple. The only way I can describe it, and I mean this in the best possible way, is that sometimes I'm so hungry I could just eat your face.
Aren't you glad I don't have teeth?
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