Elena, Jeremy and Ric were sitting at the cozinha mesa, tabela having dinner. Well, Jeremy was eating. Elena was stirring in her comida and Alaric was looking at her.
“If you wanted mashed potatoes you could’ve asked” he said. Elena looked up distracted. “What? No, it’s good. It’s really nice” she said.
“How would you know?” Alaric asked. “You didn’t eat yet”
“It looks really nice” Elena said shrugging.
“If you’re not hungry, that’s fine” Alaric said. “You don’t have to eat. But if there’s something else, I want you to tell me”
Elena looked down at her plate,...
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