Hello, my name is Elizabeth and I am an addict.

It's called pop in this region and I want mine in a red can with fancy white lettering on the side of the can - three times a day, four if I pretend I forgot about drinking a can earlier. I'll give up food to accomodate the calorie load.

My parents screwed up - severely limiting the amount of pop we could drink at home, then sending us to grandma's - who didn't believe in feeding her grandkids anything but. (she might have done it to tick my mother off) I'm not sure who won the battle of wills between the adults, but I know my brother and I are still paying the price. He's addicted too.

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