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There was blood. Lots of it. A well-connected victim. And a stick of all-beef salami. The detective studied the scene. I’m famished, he said

Her eyes lit up for the first time when she told him she was leaving town. He ordered the burgers. She downed the tequila. Yup, she sighed.

Heartbroken, he moved to France and fell in love with a croissant. His parents didn’t approve because they came from an old margarine family

It’s always your fault, she said and he wondered when their relationship had gone this wrong. He dared not speak. So he returned the salami.

You lost me at raisins, he told her and she sighed and started reciting the recipe again. But what she really wanted was to make a bad joke.