Fleet Street Eatery
By Wakefield Mahon

“I once loved a man who couldn’t love me back.”

“Aye, there’s a story I’ve heard before.”

“You’ve no idea the things I did for that man.  Still he pined for the pretty thing even after she’d lost her mind.”

She sat a pie in front of me, to which I turned up my nose. “No thanks.”

Mrs. Lovett warned me, “No one likes a judge.”

Then she broke into a maniacal fit of laughter. 

I judge her meat pies to be quite tonsorial, and vengeance a dish best served with a nice glass of Chianti and some fava beans.

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