She could taste metal in her taste buds, as she ate mussels. For a moment she paused, the fork and knife parallel to each other on the porcelain plate. She wondered whether it was her sleeping pills or the world had really changed. Three years ago, a prophet in a subway yelled to passersby that the world would never be the same again. She knew she was different. Taste of the world had totally changed.
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