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In this last part I manage to put my face in the middle of the last burrito, but not before moaning uncontrollably in pain. I only have the quesadillas left, but I don't know if I can handle them: just raising my arms seems like an odyssey. I stack each of the quesadillas like a tower of diabetes and cholesterol, and manage to venture out. Intense finish.
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