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Show 9^ the presses I saw that he didn't have one at all, just his regular two sandwiches. I took off my gloves and went to the John to wash my hands and while I'm in there I notice they still haven't got any paper cups. Jesus, you'd think the least they could do is make it easy for a man to get a drink of water. Then I went back and got my chili and was already in the dining hall when I realized I hadn't punched out for supper. So I had to get up and go do that, and goddamn if Donny's not hanging around the time clock like he wants to talk. Shit. The aspirin has been tearing up my stomach even though it's the buffered kind, and so I'm in a big hurry to get back to my chili because food always helps, and the last thing I want is a conversation. So when he opens his mouth to start talking I cut him off with something about how hot it is and why wasn't he eating himself. He was going to, he said, but I didn't wait around for him, just punched out fast and hustled back to the dining hall. All I had was the chili so it didn't take me long to eat, though I eat fast no matter how much I got. A few of the guys are bitching about their molds and Chuck's into his thing about his car, cost him a hundred and sixty the day before, and that gets me back to thinking about my sweet roll. I don't know when I'll have enough, but what I got in mind is hooking up with a couple old army buddies of mine down in the Florida Keys who already have a nice little fishing operation going and are looking for another partner. Mostly they just troll for |
