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She took another bite, chewed and swallowed. I could see the subtle twitch at the corner of her lips, the way her eyes flinched just slightly, as if her body was trying to reject the taste.
I knew the sight of the food was horrible, but I decided to taste it anyway. I grabbed a fork and stabbed the egg.
It was horrible.
It had this rubbery feel and it was overcooked with barely enough salt. And the toast— s**t, it tasted like ash.
I grabbed the napkin, spitting it out hurriedly. I raised my head to see her still struggling to swallow one bite.
“You don’t have to eat that,” I said quickly, pushing my plate aside. “Seriously. I won’t be offended.”
She froze, fork halfway to her mouth.
“Are you sure?” she asked carefully.
Her eyes met mine, and for a second—just one—I saw a flic
