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Keefe walked into the room, "hello, Alexa" he said |
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Tyler closed his eyes to hide his immediate look of annoyance. He then looked down at the table, wishing he could close his ears, too |
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Keefe walked over and sat on the other side of Alexa |
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Tyler resisted a sigh and waited for the food to be brought out. He stared at the wall, trying to keep,his gaze blank. |
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Alexa looked at Keefe as he sat down |
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Tyler tipped his head slightly, closing his eyes a moment. As the people brought out the food and watched, just staring at the food... Tyler almost felt like a caged animal. |
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Alexa's father walked into the room, without comment he started to eat, allowing others to eat, Alexa picked at her food, nervous for tomorrow |
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Tyler let his shoulders sag slightly. He didn't eat, knowing he could go days without eating... and not feeling like it. |
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Alexa looked at Tyler, "is the food not good enough?" She asked |
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Tyler glanced over. "It's fine... I have just decided not to eat." He answered, his voice deep and husky. |
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