Temptation rises like bread in an oven, hot and delicious. I want to eat, but I am afraid. I won't often admit that, but if you listen carefully, you'll hear my whisper now. There are so few chances in life, and my passions fly so quickly I fear I'll miss them all. I'm at the table with my knife and fork in hand, but the plate in front of me is empty.
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