7. Jealousy Is My Strength (55) Memories, memories, memories. Is there a word that carries more diverse connotations? It was a syllable that revealed a new flavor each time I savored it. Sometimes it exuded a sweet fragrance like fruit pulp, other times a fresh bitterness like soil, and sometimes the fishy taste of blood that wouldn’t fade. The man’s...
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