Forgive me FatSecret, for I have sinned.
My intentions were good. I assisted my friends in moving for several hours yesterday. When the words "Chinese buffet" were spoken I, in a moment of weakness, fell to this temptation.
The lure of fried rice, covered in sticky amber glow of sweet-and-sour sauce was too much for this once pious man to bear. I destroyed this beast, and then prepared for a second incursion. And a third.
What have I wrought? What has become of me?
And lo, a fortune was spoken unto me when I believed all to be lost. A thin strip of papyrus was hidden within the confines of a morsel's shell. "Keep your chin up," it said. There was a cypher on the reverse side. A series of numbers that had little meaning to me. I shall have the greatest mathematicians work endlessly to discover your message.
All is not lost.
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