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An Alien


I am an alien.

I am always hungry.

So I eat anything I can get my hands on.

 

But there is a problem:

I cannot control myself.

 

I eat food even if it is spoiled.

Because of that, I often become sick.

It makes me feel miserable.

 

What is worse,

The spoiled food stays in my stomach without getting digested.

 

Sometimes, I throw it up and eat it again.

When I do that, my stomach gets upset once more.

Nonetheless, the food stays in my stomach.

It is just painful.

 

Because I eat everything that gets in my hands,

I cannot pick out spoiled ones.

To find a solution to the problem, I spent days agonizing.

How can I avoid eating spoiled foods?

 

 

After much consideration, I came up with solutions:

Not to keep spoiled foods around me,

Not to go near spoiled foods,

And not to go to a place where there are spoiled foods.

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