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Mary scooped a handful of gunk out of the waste disposal – onion skin... flaccid, black lettuce... strings of carrot peel and a melded mush of cornflakes - all bound together with bluish mozzarella.

A bit like John’s eyes.

The blob sat heavy, like an overfed toad, in the palm of her Marigold, and it was with a significant amount of force that she bowled it into the pan.


Having rubbed a potato around the toilet, she chopped and added it, then tipped in the water from the dying carnations.

Cheap. Just like Kiera.

John enjoyed his soup that evening.

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    Frenchie over 8 years ago

    Excellent. It is nice to know I am not the only twisted one around when it comes to retribution LOL...

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    Helen Laycock over 8 years ago

    Women and their devious ways, eh?

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    Neville Hunt about 3 years ago

    Only just read this. Love it!

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