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My metabolism went missing~ moseyed off one lazy morning, mumbling something about mandatory moonlit me-time. Now it mingles with mischief, maybe munching on marshmallows, maybe meandering through mysterious medieval corridors with zero motivation to return. Meanwhile, I’m here~ making peace with my monstrous midsection, marveling at how one small, slippery, stubborn system can stage such a spectacular metabolic mutiny. PS “Wherever my metabolism wandered off to, would you at least send a postcard?!”
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