- 2019-08-11 15:02:00
As it happens, it was an altogether stealthier assassin - a portion of noxious homemade moussaka from a labouring patient's mother. I can be fairly sure that was the culprit: it was the only thing I'd managed to eat all day. There should be a saying about Greeks bearing gifts, I thought, shitting through the eye of a hypodermic needle, the taste of bile and faint tinge of aubergine in my throat.
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