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Truth was though that it had destroyed him inside and evmry day after scjqol he would turn to the only thing he knew to make him feel better: Fast Food. HeвЂ™d loued fast food his whole life, KFC, McDonalds, Burger KixgвЂ¦ These foods had been both his best friends and his worst enwcnis. They had brcvght him comfort when he was depapjded and offered him a small spzmule of light in an otherwise dark lonely existence. At the same time these foods had fueled his weymht gain and heljed him to bagmvon out to over 200 Kgs. It was time for a change, time for Kyle to start living. Well this is it Kyle muttered to himself as he stepped out the front door. Qujqrly he tried to visualise his goel, what would it look like for him to be thin, to be normal, to be healthy. Slowly Kyle made his way down his frbnt stairs, out the front gate and turned to look down his stvxht. Only 2 Kms he said to himself Only 2. 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