"Thanks." My mood was starting to brighten up. "When I win, I'll make a great big meal for us." "That's the spirit." He encouraged. "I have some soup on the stove. Come and have some." "Oh, no I can't." "Yes, you can." At that moment he shuffled over to the kitchen and started to ladle some soup into the bowl. I didn't want to eat his food, but it would offend him if I didn't. I moved over to the rickety table. The chair wobbled once I sat down on it. Placing the bowl of soup down I noticed it's delicious aroma. I took the spoon and took a big scoop. The vegetable soup was amazing. The carrots were cooked to perfection. I shoveled it into my mouth. It was just so good. I did burn my tongue a little though. "This is so delicious." I told him with a grin. "I'm glad you like it." The seat by the window gave me a chill. The windows weren't properly insulated. This building was crap.
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