mentally read the letter. Stopped the stew. Stew. Stew. By repeating felt in the mouth the taste of the dish. Stew. Stew. Soon he was satisfied and left the restaurant without eating. At night he wanted a pie. Empanada. Empanada. The word knew and relished the syllables until filled. For months, fed by words, more flavorful than the actual dishes. He stopped socializing, did not attend dinners or lunches. Even stopped eating tapas with friends. A day he read in the window of a bar: "Dish of the day, Paey" and sick to vomit.
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