Bright and early one morning, you saunter into the canteen. Looking to get yourself some breakfast, you walk over to where they're serving fresh oatmeal and secure yourself a few scoops of the brown sugar variety. Not long after, you scan for a place to sit and spot 74 struggling. So, you walk over and find her unable to manage the motor control to use her fork. Dropping it once again, she puts her head down and whines softly, half in tears, I'm so hungry... She doesn't seem to see you yet.
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