[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=b71d5d]Andy[/color] [/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=b71d5d]Location:[/color][/b]E6 ([s]in a tree[/s]on the ground under a tree)[/center]
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Andy cautiously placed the square in her mouth. It tasted like chicken soup, specifically the soup that one foster family had made her when she was maybe six years old and very sick. That had been one of the few foster homes Andy had liked, but she had gotten into a fight with one of the other kids and shocked him. While no one could explain what had happened she had been shuffled out of the home. She wanted to cry all over again. Andy both wanted more ambrosia and to never have it again. 

After sitting up Andy leaned against Marygold. Her face cold and wet from crying. The game was over. She wanted to apologize to Arthur, and he certainly looked like he took a nasty hit from her. His hair was standing on end. But she couldn't bring herself to do it, not yet. She still hurt, though it did appear her arm was no longer broken. What Andy really wanted was just to go to bed, but she knew what her cabin looked like. Andy was frustrated in ways she couldn't express. [color=b71d5d]"Can I go to my cabin?"[/color]