I was with Mike that evening. He was feeling sick, but I refused to make him his favorite soup--chicken noodle. I'm vegetarian. He was going to be one too. I was shocked when he asked for the soup, and then when I wouldn't give it over, he broke off my engagement to him. I didn't mind, if this was how it was going to be. Any real feminist, and I'm as real as it gets, wouldn't take that. The door burst open. I was scared out of my wits.
"Adria!"
"What are you doing here? Is it about Mike? 'cos we're through and I'm gonna need help to get my stuff once this storm blows over."
"He's unwell. Very."
"Yeah, he won't go vegetarian anymore."
"I wonder why, tofu breath."
I instantly knew that all the people, in light of the storm, were becoming dangerously anti-vegetarian!
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