Survival of the Fattest  |  Phiippa Bower

Anya sat at the kitchen table and slowly stirred melted butter into her bowl of mealy porridge until it shone with grease. Her mother stood over her and, sensing her reluctance, said, “Come on, eat all of it.” … read on

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