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The coffee sure as hell wasn’t Starbucks and the mush was nearly tasteless with just a little milk and no sugar but I wolfed it down and even licked the bowl to make sure there was not the tiniest flake. I looked over at Trish. She was still in bed moaning. I yelled, "Trish! Get up and eat! If that bowl is full when they get back they will lash all the skin off you!"
That scared her and she swung her legs off the bed but when she tried to stand up she screamed and fell. "Oh God! He dislocated my hips. I can’t walk!" "Well then crawl over to the bowl. You have to eat it!" She crawled over to it but then she looked at the grey mass and sobbed, "I can’t eat. I feel sick."