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hunger growls
snaps
rips at her stomach.
she laments her lack of foresight. no foresight means no food means no peace. without apples in hand, there is no way to buy the silence of her stomach.
rumbles echo, bouncing alongside hasty steps.
scavenge for food or starve. lovely options. least she has a plan in her mind and an eye on the lookout.
soon, she scraps with, wins against, feral pokemon, a seed clutched in its claws.
dinner! down the hatch.
vision turns, stomach twists. she appears elsewhere, and her stomach loses what little it had left.
net gain: zero.
Io_Laire Wed 12 Dec 2018 10:27AM UTC
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