Steve, laid there with the bitter taste of vile in his mouth, and a raging appetite, for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, with all sorts of people asking him if he was alright. Grimacing he told his parent to go way, there bodies for some reason giving off the odd pulsing noise.
Sighing he leaned his head back, his mouth dry and his stomach void of nutrients. Thinking about the the day, he laughed. ‘That girl actually tasted pretty good’ Sighing again, he thought quietly to himself. ‘Guess I’m not a vegetarian any more’
Rolling over he tried to sleep

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