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14.
I nervously swallowed another mouthful of the food before me. I didn't know I'd be able to stomach any, not with this intimidating woman looking at me like a hawk. And certainly not with her being so close, and caring at the same time. These people are out to confuse my emotions. Because why would they care about a stranger this much simply because of the mate bond? "Do you like it?" I heard her say, as she inched a bit closer to me. I was sitting at the edge of the bed. A table before me was laden with three warmers and a jug with a mug. One had a catfish pepper soup that was spicy, but which I immensely enjoyed. The other two contained food I had only remembered eating once when my parents were alive. It was 'tuwon alkama and miyan kubewa'. (A staple made from wheat and okra soup). I
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