A Meal Of A Story – 50 Word Story

…..Peter, I cut him up and served him to his family at his wake. I then proceeded to fuck his grieving wife and daughter, together. You should’ve seen how scarred they became when the drugs wore off and I told them about their meal. It broke what was already broken…

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