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July 2, 2012
Childhood family dinners. I sat at one end of the oval table, the end that used to be where the toilet sat before my parents remodeled, moving the bathroom and enlarging the kitchen. Was it a metaphor or a sick yet admittedly humorous foreshadowing of what I could expect in life, that fact that I ate my breakfasts, lunches, dinners at the spot where food came to die? The concept isn't as funny now that I'm older...

My sister and I loved oleo and would beg to have spoonfuls of it, another fact that turns my stomach now.