Chapter 27

ift earthen stove in the backyard, staring at the last remaining grilled small perch. Her expression was unreadable.Oh, what a day! I was moved by other people's love stories... and then... I starved...at a vital point, was executed with cold precision, brutality, and efficiency. It was the epitome of a dismemberer's aesthetic violence.When everything was over, the ground was littered with blood and...