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'I know you love books' he said, 'so I've made you this. I cut up the pages and folded them, and make you a pretty flower out of the scraps.' 


I ate his liver, with some fava beans and a nice chianti. 'I know you love books' he said, 'so I've made you this. I cut up the pages and folded them, and make you a pretty flower out of the scraps.' I ate his liver, with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
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