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It was soft, and purple, and squishy.
It sat in the jar, just staring at her. The sun shone through the window, illuminating the soft brown wood of the table. The glass of the jar glistened as the breeze blew through the trees, blocking the light in the window. It was delicious, and she couldn't have it.
Haley sat with her chin on the table, her spoon in her hand, a slice of bread sitting on her plate. Untouched. Her stomach growled. Humph.