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Chapter 8 by Ghostwriter4 Ghostwriter4

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Hunger Strike

Not wanting to deal with carrying a heavy ceramic plate covered in food, Lauren grabbed a paper plate off of the smallest of the two foldout tables. On the flimsy paper plates are small nuggets of meat, a mixture of fruits and a small cookie.

As Lauren was eating the meat nuggets, a woman approaches holding her young sons hand.

"I'm sorry, but.. Did you grab that off of the small table?"

"Yeah. Why?" Lauren asks.

"My son has been constipated for hours, so I made those meatballs for him."

Laurens eyes widen as she looks at her now empty plate.

"You mean the meatballs have.."

"Yes." Said the woman.

Lauren instantly felt her stomach lurch and rumble. Suddenly a pain in her abdomen caused her to almost fall to the ground. The tremendous pain felt like a buzzsaw cutting her in half.

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