A deli right on the corner of this qauint little street, sells sandwiches for 5 dollars each. It's fancy exterior matched its interior perfectly. Mr. P, the owner, thought it best to raise prices what with how great the qaulity of the meat...and of course the customer service. So a sign which once read "Delly Sandw
ichis Fresh Meet ONLY $2.36" was appropriately updated to the new and improved Mr. P's standards. Walking inside this establishment made you feel of better qaulity. In fact, Mr. P had this qaulity about him too, except he wore it on the inside, outside he was a short man, with balding hair and a soft round face.He wore a red apron and a shirt with just a hint of honey mustard stained on the collar. And big brown eyes that didn't quite suck you in as the movies suggested but they had this never-ending stare about them. His voice was soft with no crack or strain about it, and he spoke with an authority that caused customers to practically throw their cash into the registers.
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Mr. P's Deli ( A Cannibal Story)
TerrorAnd with one quick motion he grabbed her by her neck, wrapping his huge hands around tightly, fighting off all of her kicking and clawing and stared into her eyes, "Ray-chul." He said smiling.
