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Grrrrrumblerumble.
Charisa frowned and glanced down at her stomach, feeling the strange and uncharacteristic urge to start talking to her belly and tell it to quiet down. She glanced around almost wildly for something nice and belly-satisfying to eat, finally settling on a brownie. She took it and ate... snarfed... it up. There, silly stomach! How could it complain after she had already eaten a full meal and a dessert?
Wiping the remaining brownie crumbs from her fingers, Charisa put her head in one hand and leaned on the table with her elbow. She was getting thirsty now. Lifting her glass of pumpkin juice, she took a short sip. Ahh. Tiredness. Hopefully no one would notice if she... shut her eyes for a bit?
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