“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as Ты stare down at your plate.
“Not hungry.” Ты mutter, staring at the Еда in front of you.
He puts down his fork. “That’s what Ты сказал(-а) at lunch.”
“I’m not hungry.” Ты shrug.
“But I made your Избранное спагетти sauce. Ты always like that.”
“I’m just not hungry.” Ты sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.
“Playing with your Еда isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.
“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” Ты suddenly snap.
The look on his face kills you. Ты can see...
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