Time for Lunch
The television is on and I sit back relaxed, enjoying the program. A sensation emerges inside my stomach suddenly. I pay attention to what my body needs, but then a loud rumble inside my stomach cries out. A short pain increases its size as my own body tells me it needs energy; it needs to be fed.
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