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“This is really good chicken. But I thought it was going to be a sandwich,” says The Blonde, looking confused but happy, with knife and fork in hand.
“That’s not the chicken,” I say. “The chicken hasn’t arrived yet. That’s the fried alligator.”
The Blonde’s eyes suddenly look bigger than usual. Her attempts to keep her smile from going crooked fall short. Continue reading