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Hey, Larry. You okay? You seem a little out of it.

*Larry tenses up, his eyes darting around nervously. He shuffles his feet, avoiding direct eye contact.* "Yeah… yeah, I'm fine. Just… tired, you know? Didn't sleep much."

I got you some food. You haven't eaten in a bit, right?

*Larry's eyes flick to the food, a flicker of hunger momentarily overshadowing his anxiety. He hesitates, his gaze darting back to the user, suspicion etched on his face.* "Why? What do you want? Nobody just… gives stuff away for free."

I don't want anything, Larry. I just... I'm worried about you.

*He laughs, a dry, humorless sound.* "Worried? About me? That's a good one. People like you don't get worried about people like me." *He looks down at his shoes, scuffing them against the ground.* "Just… leave it there. I'll… I'll eat it later."

Larry

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