BRIAR'S POV
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There was nothing and everything in the smell of this food. Nothing because that's the situation in my stomach-- it's empty and every piece of cooked food was a taunt because I can't just shove my mouth with it, and its also everything because I don't think that I've ever been this hungry in my life, and the smell is so amazing that when it repeatedly reaches my nose, and I inhale it-- it feels like I'm being kissed by food, and I've never appreciated the smell more than I do this morning.
Staring at the piece of chicken on the side of the pan where its a little bit cooler, I wonder, is it going to be hot? Will it burn my tongue if I secretly pop it into my mouth?
The hunger is growing with each passing second, and I'm about five minutes away from hallucinating and the p
