The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Frank snorted. "Oh, that's not all. I'm tearing down your stall too!"

And with those words, Frank kicked down the stall, knocking over all the beef.

No one felt sorry for the butcher, as they all knew he deserved that much.

And seeing that they were not concerned at all, the butcher realized that he could not stay.

"Just you wait!" he snapped. "This isn't over yet. You'll pay for this!"

And with that, he turned to run, leaving everyone laughing behind him. "Make him pay? How? He's a coward through and through!"

Leaving the market, Meg was pursing her lips as she turned to Frank. "Sorry, you wouldn't have to deal with that if not for my stupid craving."

"Doesn't matter. That man had to be punished for his actions!"

Meg smiled and nodded. "Guess you won't be accepting my apology. So how about lunch instead?"

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owner also told me about this gem only locals know of. The pasta and beef pot

but

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it! He's still in business even with that platypus-like face.

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left at a loss of what to say