The Word
The candlelight flickering across Johnny’s face at dinner that evening was more menacing than romantic. In true gangster style, he twirled his spaghetti and stabbed his meatballs onto his fork, confronting his shifty guest with force. But little do he and his busty entourage know that this dinner won't be anything like the one last night and the night before that.
It will be much juicier. When this telling meal finally comes to its end, Johnny has succeeded in splattering Red Sauce across the entire room.
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