Dying of Hunger
The Wretched One forgot all about my breakfast, so I joined her abed and lay on my back with my legs straight up in the air (like I was dead), but she didn't fall for it. Then I rolled onto my side and did the growlings.......she ignored me. I repeated this several times until she started muttering about psychiatrists.
I had a late breakfast.
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