Edacious

At first it is no more than a curiosity satisfied. The fleshiness of verdigris: sour, like licking blood. The new-grass bite of funicular. The prickle of a full-stop. But the boy Edward soon becomes ravenous. Schoolbooks prove reliable, if uninspired, sources. Those from the daily paper, once his father is done with it, tend to be a little...
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