Adair K. is in an icy room, on an icy morning, preparing herself mentally, physically, and spiritually for an arduous journey towards refinement and fulfillment.
She’s looking down on her cinnamon roll.
She’s not worrying about it being fattening, because she can work it off, even if she is going to be sitting on a Greyhound Bus, for several hours, her feet swelling.
Spam of Human Affection 
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