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>"Can I ask a question?
>She nodded her head.
>"Why do you drink coffee? I ask because you don't look comfortable doing it."
>She quickly returned to the tablet and wrote for a longer while.
>"Strange as it might seem, it reminds me of my childhood. When I was little, I wanted to have a taste of my father's coffee, and he gave me some of it using the spoon he used to stir it. I remember it being extremely bitter. A bitterness only a child could experience. After all the years, coffee lost that bitter taste up until the day I turned. I tried some coffee with the hope it would wake me up from a nightmare. When I tried to drink it, I immediately spat it out, but the bitter aftertaste reminded me of my childhood, and in a way it reminded me of my humanity. So I kept forcing myself to drink it even if it tasted like poison, and the bitterness never went away despite my hopes," she wrote.
>"Do you think I should stop drinking it?" she asked while showing you the tablet.
>"If your body refuses to accept it, then maybe you should. At least for a while. It might help you to feel better." You suggested.
>"On a related subject, what did you eat during all this time?" You decided to shift the conversation to something less depressing.
>"Mostly meat. Eating fruits, vegetables, grain products, or mushrooms, or drinking milk makes me feel unwell. At best they are just being added as spices." she wrote.
>"Do you know what Salazzles eat?" she asked you.
>"Insects," you answered.
>She looked at you with a mix of disbelief and disgust at this fact.
>"I'm not eating bugs." she stated on the tablet.