You hate boiled eggs and you’re afraid that something might get stuck in your throat.” “Peeled boiled eggs are very slippery, so if you close your mouth tightly, then they will slip in the other direction -they will begin to slide down your esophagus and get stuck there.”
“Well, if you close your mouth tightly they won’t.” “Well, for example, when you put a few peeled boiled eggs into your mouth at once and keep them there for some time without chewing or swallowing them, just keep them in your mouth.”
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“Well, I’m not talking about eating them, but, say, of stuffing your mouth full of eggs.” “But what’s the deal with eggs? I am not allergic to them.” “Not a stone maybe, but something else-yes. “Damn, I will not make a bet with you that I would take a stone into my mouth!” My stepfather, I think, was dead sure that these eggs would never end up in his mouth, but he just made that bet, and there they were.” Come to think of it, anything can end up in your mouth. “Well, it probably wont’ be a stone, and what’s more, a stone dropped by a bird straight into my mouth.” “Why? Are you so damn sure that there is something that would never get in your mouth?” In any case, it’s rather stupid to think that a bird would drop a stone and it will fall right into your mouth” “Dude, I’ve never heard of anything like that.
“Do you know that some birds do carry stones to build their nests?” “Well, for example, I could run and fall all of a sudden and my gaping mouth would drag on the ground scooping stones, so I would swallow a stone … or, for example, I would lift my head up while staring at something while a bird flying above my head would drop a stone and it would fall right into my mouth.” “Dude, what should happen for a stone to get stuck in your throat?” “Well, the one big enough to get stuck in my throat.” “Well, for example, I was afraid I would swallow a stone.” “When I was a child I was really scared of suffocating on something.” As if the shirt, you know, extended to his face and he became it. I remember he was wearing a red shirt and turned red, you know, the color of his shirt. I thought people could not have such red faces. You know, red, like … well, like a tomato or something like that. But what I remember is that I was really flabbergasted by the color of his face-he was completely red. I remember standing there and thinking that if he was to die right then and there, then maybe his friends would not leave and would stay in our place till my mother’s return. “No, I think I didn’t care all that much. I thought he would die, too.” “Were you scared?” I heard the screaming, rushed into the kitchen and saw him rolling on the floor and choking hard. “Yes, my mother was out, I don’t exactly remember where she went, and I stayed home with him. “Well, his throat got swollen, he began to choke hard, flushed all over, and collapsed to the floor…” Once he got drunk with his friends and made a bet that he would eat 5 boiled eggs in one go.” “But at least when I am at your parents’ place, I do not have to eat boiled eggs.” In any case, you always live with parents.”
So you either live with my parents or with your own. “Well, yes, sort of, but I am spending less time there now.
And nothing else, nothing in between.” “And for how long did you have to eat them?” First breastmilk - and then boiled eggs straight afterwards. It seems that as soon as I stopped drinking her breastmilk, I immediately switched to boiled eggs. I used to eat them throughout my entire childhood, as long as I can remember myself. She never made these either, she would just boil eggs every day.
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And I am not talking scrambled eggs or omelette, nor that thing, you know, when you crack an egg directly into a pot of boiling water?.” “Yes, every single day, day in and day out. “My mom used to make boiled eggs for breakfast every day.”