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“f**k,” I GASPED again as I reached for the second glass of milk.
“What happened to ‘over-excessive swearing is lazy’?”
“f**k lazy,” I replied, grabbing a napkin. I wiped the tears under my eyes and then swore again when they in turn began to burn. “And f**k what I said.”
“Can we get some iced-water this time?” asked Jessica, when Kathy appeared back at the table with our burgers and fries.
“Of course. Are you okay?” she asked and then looked down at the plate of wings sitting in front of me. “How many did you eat, two?”
“Three.”
“He ate two and couldn’t finish the third,” said Jessica, who had eaten four of them. Although, she’d also thrown in the towel, she didn’t appear to be going through half as much agony as I was.
“You seem to be doing okay,” remarked Kathy.
“Better t
