Grill that cheese. Grill it. Flip that bread, just right, and don't let the cheese melt and burn to the pan. He to tends the midnight meal and fixes her tea, exactly as she likes it: Irish breakfast (in the green little pouch) with milk and honey, for his honey. She sits by, waiting to be served as she shuffles tattered UNO! cards. She gets a cut, worse than a paper cut; playing cards are so damn thick…the "SKIP" card has rendered a chasm in her fingertip. She swears quietly, so she doesn't wake anyone…it hurts, but they'll play, anyway.
- Francesca Anderson, U3 Anthropology
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