The pan was sizzling and he threw the steak into it. Fat splashed in every which direction as the meat crackled with approval.
One minute and he turned it over. He like it rare.
One minute on the other side and then he used a pair of tongs to lift it on to the plate of chips which stood on the worktop next to the cooker.
He sat at the kitchen table and cut into the steak. Blood ran from it.
He looked at the photo of his recently deceased wife on the wall and smiled as he ate part of her thigh.
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