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Chapter 543: A Person from the Past
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... she places a dish on the table. I get up from the bed without any enthusiasm to eat and walk over to the table.
"What is it today?" I ask, lifting the lid of the tray. Inside is a mushy, whitish paste, which sums up most of my meals. Most of my meals are like this because I haven’t been able to eat solid foods easily since I had a child with Pandora.
Or rather, since Pandora stopped feeding me with her tail, I had to start eating on my own, which proved strangely difficult.
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