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Show 94 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 |