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May 7, 2016

Oh, that moment when you open a new package of tofu with a knife, and a sliver you inadvertently sliced off finds its way into your maw (because you're like a dog that way) tastes like something a dog would roll in in a grassy field, and you spit it out into your hand like a lady of elegance, and then bring the rest of the tofu block to your dainty schnoz and tell yourself the fetid stink isn't that bad just because you don't feel like returning it to Whole Foods.  And then you come to your freshly-assaulted senses.