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Her mute ate the stew enthusiastically, finished it, and held up the empty bowl, silently asking for more. Wenda, as always, acquiesced.
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Near the end of her second serving, the mute suddenly stopped, and stared at Wenda intently.
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As the mute got close to the bottom of the bowl, Wenda began to realize she herself was developing a strong desire to do whatever the mute required.
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The mute ate, happy as could be, and licked her fingers when she was done. Nothing seemed to have changed.
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