The amuse-bouche was water chestnuts and duck air. The sous-chefs came out of the closet for us, and their courage was as palatable as a raspberry. An aniseed was broken …
With no one to properly apply the tourniquet, he afforded himself the rare opportunity to just bleed everywhere. On the bedskirt, the garlic bowl, the painting of a smudge that …
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