"I made too much food again," he responded. His voice sounded hoarse and dry. He sipped his coffee. Eating was a chore, like everything else in his life. After a poor night's sleep, breakfast was the worst. It didn't taste like anything. He wanted to get up and move, but he forced another fork full into his mouth instead.
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Date: 2012-02-21 05:00 pm (UTC)