You'll live to hate chicken; and the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. She spoke with a certain odd deliberation carefully chosen words which fell like drops of ice upon the man who sat listening. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. Her body rose up to meet his in a cat-like stretch and she smiled. And I want you for myself—for my wife. I don’t play anything.
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