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Eleanor gazed at the picture frame on the kitchen counter as she talked to it. "I'm not feeling hungry, but I've to eat to stay healthy. I know that, would you stop glaring at me." She muttered while glaring back at the picture.

Plating her pasta, she placed it on the small dining table where another frame was placed in front.

Placing the water on the side she washed her hands to eat her food. She wasn't hungry. She never had any appetite now. All she did was to shove the food down her throat so her body kept on working and she kept on living.

Before she could sit on her seat the doorbell rang.

With furrowed brows she walked to the door and peeked through the peephole to find no one out there.

Strange.

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