When I think of eggs I think of abortions and when you factor in the smell of them, I just cannot eat them. When I was young I refused to eat anything that had been cooked in a pan with an egg and as an adult they are effectively banned from the home. There is something malevolent and sinister about an egg.
You got Humpty Dumpty syndrome.
Something like that. I can eat them if they are hidden in a bunch of ingredients like a cake, but out in the open as plain as daylight, they give me the chills.
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