“Even the dog won’t eat your cutlets,” my husband used to laugh, throwing my food away.
The dinner plate flew into the trash can. The sharp clink of porcelain against plastic made me flinch. “Even the dog won’t eat your cutlets,” my husband laughed, pointing at the dog, who had deliberately turned away from the piece offered to him. Dmitry wiped his hands on the expensive kitchen towel I had bought […]
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