Fletcherize

Observing her plate of hummus. Adoring it. Thinking about some other food she loved. Rib eye. Chicken leg. Meat bone gnawing involved. Black or white, her sister said. Her sister described. She had it right. No in-betweens. Either swallowing like a goose or ripping it with the last genes of the carnivores she had.

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