The smell of steak turns my stomach. Before, I could eat it every day. Now, all I want is potato bread toasted and smothered in real butter. Don't get me wrong, I know my arteries are clogging as we speak, but I just can't turn that taste away. Of course, I can't resist the fake taste of a McDonald's Quarter Pounder with cheese.

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