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Blades grate chunks of cabbage scattered on the counter like pallid moss. Choose a duck, its flesh dry and red, and seasoned, its broken neck rigid in the stainless noose. It looks so good in the window, even better in broth, on my spoon, tender and ready to chew.

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Date: 3/9/2019 9:11:00 PM
Jack, you are making me hungry.
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Jack Webster
Date: 3/9/2019 10:03:00 PM
anger is always hungry o_<