Man munching pizza at Smiling about 1am. Stood there, jaws working in rhythm, getting through it.
Pocked marked folds and waxy features. No sooner finished and licked fingers than superciliously pointed and nodded at the pepperoni slices. Guy behind the counter picked went for one. "No, the other one, yes, yes THAT one" Smile of smugness, satisfaction. A vision of ugliness such as I have never seen. It was as if he would go on putting away slices like that forever--the eternity of self-serving, murderous, craving.
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