Go slow

            I
went to fill up my cup before leaving the keg. I picked up the nozzle and
squeezed the black lever and watched the beer come out fast and foamy.

            “That’s what happens when you
squeeze too hard. You have to go slow,” Mathew said as he took the nozzle out
of my hand, extending his hand for my cup.
            He was talking about
more than the beer tap and he knew I knew it.



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