Mary reached for the knife, prepared to do anything at this point. She had tried the traditional forms of attack, yet in the end it was always just a lot of work, and no obvious gain to be had. After all, who was there to see? Who, at that very point in time, cared how she was eating her spaghetti? Slowly, and quite methodically, she slid the cold
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