VivianI was not eating this.I stared at the gray-green slop on the plastic tray, eyebrows raised, nostrils flaring. It was supposed to be stew, or soup, or whatever excuse they were calling food this week, but it smelled like damp socks and sadness. I was used to caviar and the finest cuts of meat
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