The man was standing on the table, intensively. He kicked off one plate and then another plate. He was so mad that he wasn’t going to stop until he had kicked off every one. He pulled his foot back and got ready to kick again. But then he noticed that the next plate had food on it. How had that happened? The smell of it rose to him. The smell of it was delicious. He got down on his hands and knees and ate the food, which was spaghetti and steak and corn. He ate all of it, filling himself, believing this was an act of love, and then he stood and kicked that plate off the table, too.
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