Medium Lukewarm: Food.


“You know it’s not over.” I ignored the words, applying every bit of will I had to suppress the pain coursing through me. I was barely a shadow of my former self, remnants of the day before. Now, I was a sad reminder of former glory, an unceremonious pile. My wet inhalations must have been…

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