My mother had a few coworkers over for a dinner just now.
After shaking hands and saying hello, the topic of food was discussed. And my mother, being the informative type, told me that her guests had brought many good eats.
At this point I proceeded to say how excited I was to finally eat again, and that I thought it was funny how there was only ever food in the house when people came over. I also said to her that my bruises were healing up fine, and that I had to switch gauze pads, but the bleeding had generally stopped.
Her coworkers looked confused.
After not sleeping much again, I am unsure as to whether this is because they believed me, or because I am 20 years old; and lying about not having anything to eat, and being beaten is incredibly inane, and does not invoke much sympathy. Which is all I can really hope for.
But it was apparently a little funny.
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