So here I am, only one week into this rigorous adventure, and already I'm hearing voices -- the container of Haagen-Dazs Dulce de Leche was seductively whispering to me from the freezer last night, and now it's the vodka bottle beside it preaching sedition and urging insurrection at the cocktail hour.
Let's face it, we're human. We're a species that you have only to forbid us one thing, and it becomes the one thing we crave most above all others --...
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