Jean was in love with Paul, and Paul was vegan. So she put away her meat tenderizers, and only put olive oil drizzled carrots and potatoes onto her rotisserie. Paul was a wizard with grains and greens, and she appreciated his efforts at meals with taste and texture. But, still, there were those nights when Jean would creep down to the kitchen, and with only the open 'fridge and stovetop for light, boil an egg for a midnight snack.
One night, the kitchen light snapped on. There was Paul, standing by the sink and pointing to the garbage pail. "Oh honey," he said. "At first, I tried to look the other way, but did you think I wouldn't notice the eggshells?"
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