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A banana, two english muffins with strawberry jam, and scrambled eggs that looked like they were probably more imitation than real. Gwen’s breakfast looked both appetizing and not, but so did everyone else’s in the place. [i]I miss having apricot preserves instead of strawberry every day,[/i] she thought a bit forlornly to herself. There was no helping it though. At least the food was as decent as the all you can eat buffets back home, if not a bit better.

“The movie?” she replied. “Wasn’t it supposed to be It 2?” Subconsciously, her hand drifted to her left sleeve, tugging the edge of it to better cover the grotesque, pale pink and white scars tracing her arm and hand. “I don’t have good experiences with horror movies to be honest,” she muttered. She had just taken her seat at this time, taking a deep breath to reorient herself. It was only after she had done so that she realized just how much sugar was in Olivia’s oatmeal. “Is that-”

She stopped just short of asking if it was healthy to have that much sugar, reminding herself that not everyone was as healthily inclined as herself. “I mean, sleep does sound like a better idea than the movie. I personally would prefer the cooking class, though I’m not sure if I’m going yet.”

During this time, Gwen had become acutely aware of Olivia staring at her hands. [i]I’m not a specimen to be stared at,[/i] she couldn’t help but think. She withdrew her left hand, hiding it beneath the table while she ate with her right. [i]I’m not that different from anyone else. [/i]

“My individual therapy is actually a bit later in the morning compared to everyone else, but afterwards I’m free. We could both go to the cooking class if you’d like. Take both of our minds off our troubles,” she offered, echoing Olivia’s own concerns. Indeed, anything would be better than being stuck in one’s head.[/center]