Alex had never been a fan of salads. He could tolerate cucumbers, tomatoes, and a bit of lettuce on a burger, but the thought of subsisting on greens alone was horrifying. With that in mind, it was understandable why he found his current meal so utterly unpleasant.
He sat in the library, a bowl of murky water and moss in front of him. He had tried to eat the moss raw, but it was disgusting. The taste itself was blandly tolerable, but the gritty
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