Malcolm melted into the chair, his head resting against it as he looked up at Much. His eyes were bleary and there was no malice left in them. He was just a broken, sad man. "Yes," he admitted. Why wouldn't he. What the fuck else did he have to lose. "Eaten haven't in since I saw me time you Arizona last the!" Malcolm whimpered and tried again, "I haven't eaten since the last time you saw me in Arizona!" Well he had choked down the stolen eggs, but he had thrown them back up again. He took another breath and then he said, "please. Dying."
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