M playing with his food. We went to one of those seafood restaurants where you’re supposed to actually pick out the fish you want before they cook it up for you right there. This grosses me out, as I prefer my food a few steps removed from animal form before it lands on my plate. For example, I really, really prefer if it comes without the head. Anyways, this is what M had. He said it was good. I went with shrimp, which I did not have to select myself.
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