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Sage smiled when she curled against him, continuing to draw |
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Amira woke around an hour later, getting up sleepily and grabbing some chips before putting them back. Fatass. She thought, sighing and walking over to Sage. She sat beside him, leaning against him gently |
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Sage sort of cocked his head when she went to the kitchen and then came back with nothing. "Are you ready for dinner," he asked gently, wrapping an arm around her as she sat down. |
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Sage sort of cocked his head slightly, trying to figure out what she meant by that. "What do you feel like having," he asked after a moment |
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Sage gave her a doubtful look. "Babe, you need to eat. I know you're hungry." |
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"No, I'm not...." She lied, her eyes trained on the floor now as she wrapped her arms around her thin torso |
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Sage sighed softly. "Amira, you never eat. What's wrong?" He was worried. About her, and also because they wanted another kid but she couldn't carry one if she didn't eat. |
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"I don't wanna be fat....I already feel like I am after Liz.." |
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