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COMRADE! I freaking hate onions. Childhood ~trauma~: My mom would constantly 'forget' I couldn't stand them, and would call me up with 'I've made your favourite!' and I'd come to the table and BAM. Full of onions. I'm still partially convinced I was an ongoing psychiatric experiment on her part. Also I'm mentioning this at her funeral. Post a comment in response: |
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