From the Diary

At the beach yesterday I watched a fat man fishing. He was reeling them in. After a while he sat down and ate his lunch, but you could tell he was still hungry. Suddenly, down by the water, a candy bar. Still in its wrapper. He tears into it. Then staggers a little as the hook rips through his cheek. A strangled sound, and he’s gone. I look around, but no one else seemed to notice.


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