It had been just over two years of Rees' self-imposed vegetarianism when he stood in the kitchen last night, watching me cut up a roasted Cornish game hen.
"That looks so good!" he said, wiping the drool from his chin. "I want some of it so bad!"
"Would you like a bite?" I asked him.
"A drumstick," he said.
And two years ended, just like that.
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