Having my usual breakfast of coffee and milk without food. The king arrives home from dialysis and immediately burns himself an omelette the size of six eggs.
I hear him in his room choking on his food as he eats in front of the television. The burnt stench lingers downstairs and would curb my appetite if my stomach wasn't already full with coffee.
An hour later, he is talking to himself in the kitchen as he microwaves a large plate of raw fish sticks. I wonder how truthful he is about his diet to the dialysis staff. His remaining kidney should shrug.
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