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Welcome to R slash today I effed up, where O.P. Almost kills himself with salsa. Today I

effed up by realizing I'm not a wimp, I'm just allergic,

and I could have died. So I'm a 29-year-old guy from a Mexican family where if a food doesn't

make you sweat, it's not a real meal. I've always been the odd one out. My tolerance for spice

is basically zero, and I've accepted my role as the family lightweight.

My thing has always been salsa verde. Every time I ate it, my lips would get a little

puffy and tingly. It wasn't like scary swollen, but it was noticeable. I just thought,

okay, cool, this is what a mild spice feels like for a wimp like me. It was my normal.

I'd just take a bened drill if it felt a bit more intense than usual and get on with my day.

The big plot twist happened last Sunday at a family barbecue.

We were all eating tacos and I slather on the salsa verde.

Within a few minutes, I feel the familiar puff-up starting.

I nudged my sister and said,

Whoa, this green salsa has a real kick today. My lips are already getting fat. She looked at my

mouth, then back at the salsa, and started laughing. Dude, that's not a kick. Your lip is

actually swelling. Mom didn't put any chilies in that. It's just the Tomatillo and the

onion stuff. The whole table got quiet and just stared at my face. My mom's eyes got huge. Miho,

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