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Now, open wide—can't seem to get that tartar of foul language off, can we? Now, look into the distance—you aren't exactly facing the sad reality, are you? Now, open your hands—you're gripping your smartphone and your loneliness and won't let go, will you? Now, show me your face—lovely! Even though you never show it to your parents back home, do you? Count the number of canker sores. Calories, caffeine, fats, carbs—you love them, don't you? Hey, you love them, right? Potato chips, energy drinks, ramen, alcohol—you love them, don't you? Hey, you love them, right? Games, tobacco, SNS, staying up late—you love them, don't you? Hey, you love them, right? Self-indulgence, lack of sleep, slacking off, laziness—you love them, don't you? Debit Bit. Now, let me hear your voice—speak from your gut so I don't have to ask you to repeat yourself. Now, look up—practice walking under the sun. Now, listen closely—listen well even to reports that are inconvenient for you. Now, think—think about paying back the health you've borrowed in advance. Other people's wedding gifts; your skin breakouts. Vegetables, fish, lukewarm water, medicine—you hate them, don't you? Hey, you hate them, right? Vitamins, minerals, enzymes, iron—you hate them, don't you? Hey, you hate them, right? Early to bed, early to rise, studying, exercise—you hate them, don't you? Hey, you hate them, right? Cleaning, laundry, socializing, grooming—you hate them, don't you? Hey, you hate them, right? 'Minor debts, thinking this much is fine, you keep putting it off, putting it off.' "Butter, sugar, soy sauce, mayo, salt, fresh cream, garlic, margarine." (You love them, don't you? Hey, you love them, right?) 'They pile up, they swell, you can't pay it back, and you have no choice but to run.' "Cake, pizza, cola, ice cream, oil noodles, fried food, cheese." (You love them, don't you? Hey, you love them, right?) 'Recuperation is too late now, which procedure was it? With a heavy body, you can't shake off the pursuers.' "Extravagance, gambling, efficiency, scavenger, the strong, honor, justice, ruin." (You love them, don't you? Hey, you love them, right?) 'Organs taken, left with nothing, it's the end for you.' "Treatment, treatment, treatment, treatment, treatment, treatment." A lot, Debit Bit.