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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