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I am Nikocado, the food blogger. Just two weeks ago, I was so overweight that I couldn't control my body.

Perhaps legend states that the history of the hidden leaf was written in sacrifice and honor. Even as time passes, the legacy of those legendary warriors continues to inspire new generations, reminding us all that the strength of a true shinobi lies deep within their unbreakable spirit.

I stood in front of my father's empty office, staring at the "SOLD" sign on his door. After twenty years of building everything, he'd lost it all in a single bad investment. My inheritance, my future, gone in the blink of an eye.

When I was 14, my appendix burst during a school field trip to Atlanta. The teachers called my dad three times before he picked up. He told them to just take me to whatever hospital was closest and he'd get there when he could.

Last week, my stepfather tried to force me to sell my shares in grandpa's company. He offered $5 million cash. When I refused, he threatened legal action. Little did he know, I had already transferred everything to an offshore trust. Some people never learn.

Looking through my grandmother's attic, I found a dusty diary hidden behind old picture frames. Everyone said she was always quiet, reserved. But those yellowed pages revealed a passionate young woman who once dreamed of becoming a famous painter.

I need to talk about something that's been bothering me lately. My husband (Mark, 27 M) has been acting strange around his college friends when I'm there. We've been together for 8 years, but lately, I feel like an outsider in these situations.

Choose your path: Door 3, the Endless Mall. Fluorescent lights flicker above empty stores. Vending machines still work, but make strange sounds at night. Mannequins move when you're not looking. Keep moving. Don't let them corner you. Food court is safe until midnight.