I wanted it to be true. I wished it were true. I needed it to be true. But it couldn't be. I knew it couldn't be. There was no way. She wouldn't do that, I know it. And even if she somehow got it in her head that she would, they wouldn't let her. So... it's not true. All signs point that way, I can feel it in my gut. I mean, why would it be? Wasn't it really just a dream a month ago? How could it gain more weight now? It couldn't - that's how. Right? I mean, it was just a dream, wasn't it? None o it really happened or even came close to happening, right? Right. It was, and that's all there is to it, there's no reason to keep mulling over it - it was impossible from the start. Damn.

I wish it were true.

There once wa a man who loved his food. He didn't overeat necessarily, he just enjoyed the food very much when he ate it. One day, he ate a truly delicious meal. So delicious, in fact, that he wanted to get another helping, because he knew it would be just as good, if not better for his continued appreciation of the meal. It had already been one of the top meals of his life, why not a little more? He considered this question, he pondered, and wondered, and thought. He eventually came to the conclusion that he should get some more. Unfortunately, by that time, the meal had long progressed and there was no food left.