The Women Are Obsessed with Sitting Next to Me

"Everyone, dig in."

Everyone reached for the food as if they’d been waiting for me to say it.

I picked up a piece, too.

First, the outside.

A well-seared crust. Nothing more needs to be said.

My teeth met a little resistance before the moist flesh inside tore softly.

'Cassowary.'

The leg meat reminded me of that bird’s powerful kick. It was firm.

But it wasn’t tough. Each time I chewed, the fibers came apart, and the juices held inside spread across my mouth.

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