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About a minute later she took out the bowl and carried it to the table, spooning the soup into her mouth while Eli and Mar looked at her with disgust. Before they could say anything they were interrupted by a knock on the kitchen door.

‘Come in…?’ Eli raised an eyebrow.

The door creaked open and a short Lebanese man walked in. He was carrying a dead chicken in a plastic bag and smiling widely.

‘And who might you be?’ Mar asked.

The man introduced himself as Amir but he didn’t explain who he had made his way into the house. He had a thick Middle-Eastern accent and when he laughed his belly shook rhythmically. He was like a creepy Santa Claus, bringing dead animals to bad children. Suddenly his laughter stopped and his face distorted into a seedy grin.

‘So, girls, who likes chicken?’"