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She reads the recipes with reverence. These are a sage’s words, she says. Sage tastes like soap, her husband says from behind the newspaper.

And he stepped inside then, past the ashen faced brood chewing their cud, through air heavy with regret, and he decided to order two burgers

And then the show ended and he felt an emptiness inside and he called his girlfriend and she said, Not again, and then he ate some crackers.

She had fallen in a painful kind of love with him but one morning he said, I love you even more than bacon, and then she knew he was a liar.

They walked the cobblestone streets of a ridiculously picturesque village in Sicily and he kept sneezing because he was allergic to tomatoes

The steak is enormous. I’m going to finish it, he announces. She cringes. I saw that, he says, biting into the meat. She makes for the door.

She baked him a pie and called him up and told him to come over and he did. She presented the pie. And then things got sticky. He hated pie.