Pastrami

I’m somewhere between the kitchen and the front door, fisting these extra-fine beef slices into my trap. The new house is still a bit of an obstacle course at the moment but I’ve managed to find a chair and a table, whose fourth leg is missing. There’s also a rather large mirror propped up opposite me so that I can watch the shame pass across my face inbetween mouthfulls.

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