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The sugar rush is long gone, replaced by a painful, bloated truth: I drank way too much soda. My stomach is a pressurized balloon, a pregnant-looking sphere of carbonated regret. Each step sends a tidal wave of fizzy liquid sloshing within, a constant reminder of my sugary excess. I'm a walking, talking soda fountain of misery.
(sorry for short video today. meant to make a longer one but I am just too tired)