["The asshole that forced some crap down my throat." For the strangest and most inexplicable reason, Ciel suddenly thinks of Amos.
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(S-sorry, Amos. She DOESN'T think he's weird, for what it's worth!)
Clearing her throat, she sets the basket down on the stone slate, a couple feet away from where the boy is curled and shivering atop. Without the blanket, its contents become much easier to see: there's fruits including grapes, an orange, and a banana, a wrapped sandwich, a muffin, and a glass bottle of what's probably water.]
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(S-sorry, Amos. She DOESN'T think he's weird, for what it's worth!)
Clearing her throat, she sets the basket down on the stone slate, a couple feet away from where the boy is curled and shivering atop. Without the blanket, its contents become much easier to see: there's fruits including grapes, an orange, and a banana, a wrapped sandwich, a muffin, and a glass bottle of what's probably water.]
Well... Are you hungry?