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... er of the table, scraped clean by six very different appetites.
"I am going to die," Isaac groaned. He was slumped in his chair, staring at the ceiling with a look of profound regret. "My stomach has expanded beyond its structural limits. This is a medical emergency."
"It is a vegetable," Ashe retorted. She was leaning back in her chair, balancing on the two rear legs, picking her teeth with a splinter of wood she had snapped off a log. "You can’t die from a potato, Isaac. It’s b ...
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