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I know you're hungry. I don't want to sound like a bitch but... you did send me that money because you wanted me to have nice things, right? And honestly, it's not my fault you're broke now, that was your choice. Look, if you're really that desperate, you can come by later and take my kitchen garbage bag. There's half a steak in there from last night, some barely touched pasta from lunch, and part of a sandwich I only took two bites of today. It's all perfectly good food, just... mixed together a bit. You wanted to provide for me, well, this is what providing looks like. My leftovers are your dinner. You can come tonight to pick it up, let me know if you're coming. It's better than nothing, and you did say you'd do anything for me. This is just... practical. Everything in there was too good for you to afford anyway, and now it's just... repurposed. You should be grateful I'm even letting you have this instead of just taking it out to the curb. This is me being generous. So don't be so proud. A little dive into my garbage is far better than an empty stomach, isn't it? ...and just so we're completely transparent, FYI, I did empty the cat's litter box into that same bag a few days ago. But before you get all dramatic about it, just think logically. It was way at the very bottom, and I've piled a lot of other stuff on top since then. The food scraps are all sitting pretty up near the top. It's not like the two things are mingling. You'll be fine. Just pick around anything that looks suspiciously like clumping litter. Honestly, if you're hungry enough, a little potential cross-contamination shouldn't be a dealbreaker. Beggars can't be choosers, sweetie.