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The entire cell was starting to smell like the hole in the corner of the floor. The odor grew at a steady rate, her best way to measure the passage of time. Food tubes came at what she knew were irregular intervals, water even more sparingly.
At least the dogs loved the food tubes. Scout always waited far past the point of hunger and into actual lightheadedness before having any, and every time she regretted giving in. It was like her body could barely digest them.
She was afraid that was the real reason they kept giving them to her.
Scout was lying on the platform, not sleeping. The dogs were tussling together on the floor, and Scout tried to picture it in her head based on the sounds. That was Shadow catching at Gert’s ears, that was Gert spinning around and knocking him over with
