Oily char kuey teow was not her choice of order, but she dunk for the sprouts and spices that kicked in. The humble dish served in basket brought her rumbling trains of thoughts. She was buried deep and felt disgusted to dig further. She rested her chopsticks besides.
"Why stop?"
One more dish to please her huge appetite, but she could not go on chewing. She washed them away. Coffee in a cup of warm milk comforted her. She quenched herself, let away the wrinkles scarred her.
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