From A Gay and Melancholy Sound, by Merle Miller
BEEF
"His wife said, 'I forgive you. I forgave you the first time I met you because at the same time that I wanted to kill you, I wanted to kiss you. I was already in love with you, you bastard. Now come have some cold roast beef...'"
From Part Two, Notes Dictated on the Fifth Day, Chapter One
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