I bit the bullet - Your death tasted like love to me - sweet, dry and dangerous - like a car crash hidden in the desert - while the faces of the diners were buried in their desserts, unaffected - contented in their champagne wishes - their whip-cream judgments and spilt affectations
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the dead scene
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