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Too Salty
I asked Juliet what was wrong and she sang a sad song about how the sardines had had their way with her. I asked what their way was like, and she spoke of too hard couch cushions and Indian-head pennies. She asked me if I could scratch the part of her life right above her belly button but right below my expectations. Given the chance, I replied, I would annex Safeway and she could have her way with the sardines. A little lower, Jesse, between anchovies’ delight and your memory of me. ‘Endgame’ was like this, I said, and sardines seem to have their way with everyone.
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