"Is eating the only thing you care about?" Tiffany barked. How could Tiffany let Adeline get what she wanted? She rolled her eyes and thought of a new way to torture the little bitch. "I don't want to eat anymore. I didn't sleep well last night and my feet are cramping up. Go and get a basin of warm water so that you can wash and massage my feet."
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