In the realm of the overstuffed, the line between satisfaction and despair is but a thin thread.
On one hand, the puffed snack offers a momentary reprieve from the crushing weight of reality, a fleeting taste of joy in an otherwise desolate expanse.
On the other hand, the inevitable collapse of the puffed snack, a deflationary spiral of disappointment and regret, threatens to consume us all.
It is in the midst of this existential crisis that we find ourselves drawn back, again and again, to the puffed snack, like moths to the flame.
For in the overstuffed, we are free to explore the depths of human nature: our capacity for gluttony, our penchant for self-destruction, and our unwavering commitment to the pursuit of the next bite.
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