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Emily shifted the tray closer to her and stared at the covered plate in the tray. She sighed and then opened it, praying that it was not toast and milk that she had been having the previous times.

"Wow," Emily said with a smile as she saw what she had been served. Pieces of meat lined the soup in front of her with a glass of pressed orange by the side.

Emily picked the fork on the tray and stabbed a piece of meat with it before shoving it into her mouth. She chewed on the juicy meat and moaned as the soft meat rolled over her taste buds.

She then grabbed the spoon that had been laying beside the fork and took a small sip from the plate. It was a little bit spicy but it was alright.

Emily picked up another meat and plopped it into her mouth, chewing it as she went for her juice. She grabbed the surprisingly cold glass and took a small sip before putting it back down.

"So where was I?" she said with a small grunt as she removed a piece of paper from the stacks and placed it in front