Darby is so picky an eater that he has erroneously been hospitalized for anorexia before. He likes his popcorn stale and his orange slices completely free of rind. He dislikes anything that looks like, smells like, or reminds him of potatoes. No food can touch any other food and if he even imagines them mingling in his stomach, Darby has to breathe deeply into a paper bag. He will not eat anything that had a fin or could make a shadow puppet. He just flat out hates ketchup.
His stay at the hospital made things even worse. Once he'd been fed intravenously there was no going back.
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