My mom hasn't felt very well today, so I've been up and down the stairs from her room since noon. Gotten her food, drinks, snacks, and so now, when I come back up after getting myself a plateful of pizza rolls, I mean sure, it's a plate full. But I'm fucking hungry.
Paul comes upstairs and says that he doesn't mean to be a pain but I need to eat less, because I took three quarters of the damn bag of forty pizza rolls. I actually didn't, I just hid the rest. But thanks. So now. My plate has one pizza roll eaten off of it. Because my appetite has dissolved into fucking thin air.
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The Secret Book of Unsaid Things
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