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Dear Anonymous,
Please tell me.


I need to know, who and what. So I know I'm not crazy.

I cannot fast. I need to eat.
I have decided on two apples a day.
A quarter of an apple, eight times a day.

9am
11am
1pm
3pm
6pm
8pm
10pm
midnight.

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  1. heard doing this is really healthy - doesn't kill ur metabolism yet calorie-wise, it's great. ahhhh maybe i should do it too once my exam is over with tomorrow /xo

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  2. Lol 2 apples a day isn't healthy, but nothing we do is. I wish I could get away with it, but my flatmates would notice too soon :(

    Good luck, Ophelia.

    Xoxo

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  3. Oh Ophelia, don't you know?

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  4. That sounds like an excellent plan. Especially since apples are negative calorie foods, and eating that often will not let your metabolism stop working. You, my dear, are a genius!

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  5. I love you writtengirl
    but this is goodbye

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  6. I love to do fruit fasts, apples being the best ones as they are the most available to me, and now school has finished for 3 weeks perhaps I will join you with this...good luck!

    Love Sun-lit~ xx

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  7. Hi. I read your blog. I just wanted to let you know that it's really good, I think it's great that you're being honest. Half the time we're all thinking this stuff but no one says it. I would give anything for beauty. I'd give up my whole world.
    C

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