The Wistful Dinner

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The roast is pink. It bleeds into the gravy with a slow, dark dignity, and you watch it happen with the detached precision of a surgeon examining a wound. You are hungry. You have not eaten a solid meal in three days. The hunger is not a pang. It is a presence. It sits in your gut like a cold stone, shifting as you breathe, reminding you that your body is a machine that requires fuel, and you...

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