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Food.
Wigwrom sat at the table. The meal his wife had prepared was sitting in front of him. She had left for work a few minutes ago without saying goodbye. It had been this way for a while. There was no doubt that their marriage was slowly decaying around them. Ever since the birth of their son, Jr, they had not had much time alone. Such a needy child, requesting so much love and attention. It really drained them both. But as he sat there, with his plate in front of him, there was hope in his eyes. He reached the cutlery to his side with his tentacle, and introduced to himself a mouthful of delicious scrambled human. It had been displayed beautifully, like that of a five star restaurant would have. And with that first bite, there was no doubt that their love was still alive.
High school.
Stacey. Stacey was the pride of the lone cafeteria table pushed to the corner of the room. Her cheap outfit worn the same each day was the peak of popularity amongst the empty seats that so casually surrounded her. The double helping of today's lunch resting on the tray in front of her ginormous arms complemented the double chin resting just underneath the mountain that is her face. Stacey was big, there was no doubt about it, but her ego was not. Most days it would sink lower and lower into her own plump being in an attempt to protect itself, but the kids would always find a way to cut into her and knife it. Tormented daily at school, Stacey would come home to her abusive father. No better now that he is sober than before when he was not, but at least the molestation stopped.
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