6th October – Beaten

It’s not the fact that I told my friend an entire conversation that worried her, or that I’d lost weight. 

But when I didn’t manage a plate of ribs. Ones I’d normally eat and snuffle round for more. When I got less than half way through and bailed, that’s when the concerned look hit. 

  

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