Friday, November 3rd ~ Late afternoon
Pansy picked through her fruit salad with obvious distaste. All of the colorful chunks were common and most likely found at the market in town, not a single exotic bit of flesh to sink her teeth into. She speared another slice of melon and tossed it the spare plate she'd requested, then dropped her fork in disgust.
She was hungry, starving; yet nothing appealed to her appetite.
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