A cool breeze blows through the little den Takato found for you, but the days heat is still uncomfortable. It wouldent be so bad if you werent so hungry, your large but empty stomach rumbles every few minutes. It feels like days since Takato left to get you some more bread, lately you've secretly began to feel that you wanted something more filling than bread, but you havent told "Takatomon" yet.
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