Imaris
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I don't drink jelly at all; I don't even know how people drink it, with or without salt.
Flowers in pots... (beautiful flowers are there, and he eats them).
I'm annoyed by our school kids who don't let the flowers live normally.
So they'll just be in dirt, ugly, and shorn.
Hamburgers with chocolate... I should try it.
It's just that my mom has a completely idiotic, inadequate reaction to cheese with sugar.
She should at least try it.
But she just keeps talking and talking.
Tastes are different, and she constantly imposes her tastes on me.
And every time, when we're eating, she asks: "Do you want more chicken? Or salad? Or <this unknown, incomprehensible, disgusting stuff>?," knowing perfectly well what the answer will be.