Calories.
Three syllables.
Eight letters.
Four vowels.
Four constants.
How odd.
Meaningless to some.
Meaningful to others.
Some count them.
Some care about them.
Some don't.
Some don't always.
Some are trying not to.
Then there's me.
And now here we are.
Just me.
And my calories.
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