While I was cooking pepper-garlic shrimps,
I thought to myself if the bottom of the garlic clove could say, it would say...
... what's wrong with me?
... why you have to cut me out of the meal?
... why can't I join the cocktail party with shrimps and pepper on the pan?
... why can't I join you the table?
... when I am as delicious as the rest part of the clove
... and I do no harm.. uh I don't know if I do any harm but I don't think I do
... and you can chew me
... and I do no wrong
... just that I'm not pretty.
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