I love spicy food. Sometimes I eat food that's so spicy it doesn't taste good, it tastes like a chemical burn in my mouth. One of the sandwich shops where I eat has a famous spicy dish, and I order it at the highest spice level available. The kitchen is open air, right next to the tables, and I wonder if the chef watches me eat, hoping his creation will bring me to my knees. I'll look over at him, and so far I've never caught him stealing a glance to check my progress, nor have I noticed him sulking when I finish the entire sandwich. Perhaps it's time to reevaluate my eating motivations.
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