
With a dozen plates surrounding her on her table, Centi dug in happily with no hesitation. The freshly cooked food was not as satisfying as something rotten, but beggars could not be choosers. After all, Centi was thankful to not be forced to cook her own food yet. Just the thought of it made her stomach knot in disgust, but that disappeared as soon as it appeared.
Now, if only she had someone to eat with. It seemed like most everyone had distanced themselves when she chose her seat. It did not offend her then, but now, she felt terribly lonely and a bit annoyed. Centi really needed to get herself more friends so she was not alone so much. But first, a nap.
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