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I Want to Eat Your Pancreas

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Dz‘—”’ƒ…”‡ƒ•‹•™Šƒ–ǯ•‰‘‹‰–‘ƒ‡›‘—†‹‡ǡ”‹‰Š–ǫ ˆ›‘—”•‘—Ž‹• ‰‘‹‰ƒ›™Š‡”‡‹›‘—”„‘†›ǡ–Šƒ–ǯ•†‡ˆ‹‹–‡Ž›™Š‡”‡‹–ǯ•‡†‹‰—’Ǥ† your soul sounds like too much of a troublemaker for meȄit would just be ƒ…‘•–ƒ–”ƒ…‡–Ǥdz Dz ǯ†„‡Ž‹‡˜‡‹–ǡdz•Ї•ƒ‹†™‹–ŠƒЇƒ”–›Žƒ—‰ŠǤ If she was this noisy alive, then her pancreas, once imbued with her spiritual essence, would certainly be too. No, thank you. ˆ•Ї‡™ƒ›”‡•–”ƒ‹–ǡ•Ї†‹†ǯ–•Š‘™‹–Ǥ‡–™‡‡–Ї‡ƒ–ǡ”‹…‡ǡ and organs, she ate so much more than me, to the point of groaning in pain. Meanwhile, I stopped once I felt pleasantly stuffed. The first order had been ‡‘—‰Šˆ‘”‡ǡƒ†—Ž‹‡Ї”ǡ Šƒ†ǯ–ˆ‘‘Ž‹•ŠŽ›’ƒ…‡†–Ї–ƒ„އ™‹–Š•‹†‡ orders. After we finished, the waiter took away our pile of empty plates and the spent grill, then returned with sherbet for dessert. Despite all her moaning about feeling sick and being in pain, the icy treat spurred her back to life. She took a deep, reinvigorated breath, and she was back to making that racket again. ƒ•‡†ǡDz‘ǯ–›‘—Šƒ˜‡ƒ›†‹‡–ƒ”›”‡•–”‹…–‹‘•ǫdz Dz‘–”‡ƒŽŽ›Ǥ—––Šƒ–ǯ•‘Ž›–Šƒ•–‘–ЇŽƒ•––‡›‡ƒ”•‘ˆ‡†‹…ƒŽ ƒ†˜ƒ…‡‡–•Ǥ –ǯ•ƒƒœ‹‰™Šƒ–’‡‘’އƒ”‡…ƒ’ƒ„އ‘ˆƒ…Š‹‡˜‹‰Ǥ ǯ•‹…ǡ „—–‹–†‘‡•ǯ–‰‡–‹–Ї™ƒ›‘f my life at allȄeven though sometimes I wish –Ї›ǯ†ˆ‘…—•ƒŽŽ–Šƒ–‡ˆˆ‘”–‘ƒ…—”‡‹•–‡ƒ†Ǥdz Dz‡ƒŠǡdz •ƒ‹†Ǥ †‹†ǯ–‘™ƒ›–Š‹‰ƒ„‘—–‡†‹…‹‡ǡ„—–ˆ‘”‘…‡ •ƒ™‘Šƒ”‹ ƒ‰”‡‡‹‰™‹–ŠЇ”Ǥ ǯ†Їƒ”†•‘‡–Š‹‰ƒ„‘—–Š‘™‡†‹…ƒŽ•…‹‡…‡™ƒ• focused on helping people live with terminal illnesses, rather than curing them instead. The way I saw it, research should have focused on curing diseases rather than accepting them. Not that my opinion would cause any progress to be made. No, if I wanted anything to change, I would have to go –Š”‘—‰Š•’‡…‹ƒŽ‹œ‡†•–—†‹‡•ƒ†„‡…‘‡ƒ‡†‹…ƒŽ•…‹‡–‹•–ˆ‹”•–ǤЇ†‹†ǯ– Šƒ˜‡–Šƒ–‹†‘ˆ–‹‡ǡƒ† †‹†ǯ–Šƒ˜‡–Ї‹…Ž‹ƒ–‹‘Ǥ DzŠƒ–ǯ•‡š–ǫdz ƒ•‡†Ǥ Dz‹‡ǡ‹›ˆ—–—”‡ǫdz•Їƒ•‡†ǤDz †‘ǯ–Šƒ˜‡‘‡ǡ”‡‡„‡”Ǥdz DzŠƒ–ǯ•‘–™Šƒ– ‡ƒ–Ǥ‘—‘™ǡ ǯ˜‡„‡‡‡ƒ‹‰–‘•ƒ› somethingȄ™Š‡›‘—Œ‘‡Ž‹‡–Šƒ–ǡ†‘ǯ–›‘—•‡‡Š‘™‹–’—–•‡‹ƒ„ƒ† ’Žƒ…‡ǫdz