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Hunter’s soup was so mouth-wateringly delicious, that had Kingsley not interrupted our meal and ruined it, it would have been the perfect dinner. “Oh my god,” I moaned. “This is amazing!” “I told you it would make you feel better,” Hunter said with a wink. “Yep, you were right,” I said with a chuckle, before shoveling another spoonful awkwardly into my mouth with my non-broken hand. Having to do everything with my left hand for the next six weeks was going to be very interesting– and not in a good way. Soon enough I had finished all my soup, but I still felt ravenous. “Is there any more?” I asked him, looking down sadly at my empty bowl. “Yeah, there’s plenty,” Hunter replied, picking up my bowl from the dining room table and heading to the kitchen with it. I would have filled it