pops the bite into her mouth, not an inkling of dread underlining her expression. I steel my shoulders and bide my time by taking a pull from my water bottle. Count down the seconds in my head like a ticking time bomb until she realizes she made a grave error in ignoring the peace offering that came in the form of Heinz ketchup. One . . . Two . . . A gurgling sound rumbles in her throat as utensils clatter to the granite. Hands lifting to her collarbone, she coughs like she’s just inhaled her very first cigarette. “Holy cr—” She barely gets the words out before erupting into a coughing fit so
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