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“But I’m hungry! Figure something out!” Valerie’s spoiled attitude flared up. Sterling, helpless, turned and went outside. In a moment, he placed a charred, burnt object in front of Valerie.
“What is this?”
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“What is it, really?” Looking at the dark, unrecognizable thing, Valerie had no appetite. Pressed for an answer, Sterling finally admitted it was
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“Who eats this? It’s disgusting!” Valerie angrily threw the rat meat onto the ground.
“Tonight won’t be peaceful, and there’s nothing else here. Just make do with it,” Sterling said good–naturedly, picking the rat meat up again. Valerie still didn’t eat it and stormed back to their room in a huff.
