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Cindy silently picked up the scattered bits of fried rice, her fingers small and shaky as she placed them back on Madison’s plate. The fried rice, even cold, smelled heavenly.…

Greg, like Cindy, had eaten his fill of the Little pellets, the chicken flavored texture still clinging to his tongue. He’d thought he’d never be able to finish the bowl…

Madison walked over to the counter where she had set her parents down, placing her hand flatly on the surface, palm up. Greg and Cindy exchanged a quick glance, both…