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The Salmon Mousse

“It’s a Mister Death or something.” Heartbreakingly, my dad (gone just over a year now) warned me there would come a day when I was old enough to spend more time going to funerals than weddings. Two people I know – it may be romanticizing to call them friends, perhaps – but people I knew, worked with, partied with – both gone within the space of a week. It is enough to make you climb back in bed and pull the covers over your head.

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