They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its he — Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
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They had laid the tender, down-ruffled little bird on a platter and appeared now to be pondering a way to eat out its heart without causing it distress.

— Yukio Mishima, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea
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