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He thought about all the times he had said no to food. He had always thought about eating as transport, it made him slow, without it his brain was a lot faster, his senses more alert.
He hadn’t had anything to eat for a fortnight and there wasn’t anything to occupy his brain with. He felt like he was slowly going crazy, his every thought centered around hunger and all he heard was the rebellious rumbling of his own stomach. If he had his violin he could play on the street, but that would be far too dangerous.
He longed for someone to tell him how skinny he was and bully him into eating. He wouldn’t say no again.