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Ah… Finally, I filled my belly! I took the house speciality: the Mex Tex chicken. Unless it’s the opposite, Tex Mex? Oh, I don’t know anymore but it was good. I liked it. It was a bit spicy, though. So to prevent it from stinging, I drank a lot and not just water. No water at all, even. Anyway, I’m a little drunk. Slightly? Uh… That is to say that the chicken and its rice as well as the basket of bread weren’t enough for me to mop up the alcohol. Matthew insisted on testing my ability to resist alcohol, so we ordered a bottle of wine, maybe even two. Jacky glared at me several times. But he’s not my father as far as I know. For the trouble and I can only blame myself, it’s a washing machine in my stomach and a dryer in my head. I need to get some air! And quick! To bury the hatchet, I ask
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