Sorry for the long pause; the Hemingway Complex is just now awakening from a coma of boredom brought on by Mary on her couch in an outfit for a month, the minx. It's good to be conscious again so that we can wake up on a Sunday morn and witness this:
Imagine waking up one day in Charterstone and having to forage for food in Mary's kitchen? Even the spice jars are empty. Only raw seafood , culled no doubt from tainted waters, leaves an infectious trail across the countertop. Thus Mary feeds. At least one person would be delighted to partake in this nightmare:
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