Chapter 109: He's Not Biting
When Shasta finally woke up the following morning, she felt worlds better. And she was famished. Donning a pair of jeans, a Joan Jett t-shirt, and a hot pink hoodie, she made her way once again to the kitchen cabinets. She moved around a few boxes and jars as she looked through the provisions, finding a thin rectangular blue box. Macaroni and cheese. A slow smile spread across her face.
Many years ago, she'd done a commercial for the stuff. Of course, when you make a commercial, you can't actually eat the product. After every take, she'd been required to spit it into a bucket. But it had tasted good, and when she'd told her grandfather about it, he'd made her a box of her very own. She remembered it being one of the best things she'd ever tasted.
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