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... here writhing in my self inflicted sorrow.
She has given me her pastry, her sandwich, even her cup of coffee. She did so on the basis that she wasn’t hungry. But I know the truth, because I feel the same way, the nauseous feeling of disgust.
And so, as we sit there in silence, her side of the table is barren, with only her empty mug of coffee. Meanwhile, my side has the buffet she had ordered, but the food has gone cold.
She insisted that I eat; but I know I wouldn’t be a ...
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