Eat me in the city

Feasting for the end times

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  • Published 20221101
  • ISBN: 978-1-922212-74-0
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

I MUST NOT engage with strangers.

My partner of thirty years has warned me about my alarming behaviour. Don’t start conversations, he tells me. Just answer with a polite yes or no. Just smile and say you are fine if anyone asks

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