January 28th
Well, an eventful breakfast. It wasn't supposed to be, just myself and Ahamo. An attempt of mine to get closer to him, without the stress of losing those close to us. And it was working, he and I were flirting like old times.
Until he tried to eat his porridge. The spoon wouldn't go in. He tried again. Nope. He sniffed it. He declared
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