“How much was it?” I asked, tearing off an enormous piece and lowering it dramatically into my mouth. “Three dollars, but it’s fine. Just Venmo me the dollar fifty later.” “Are you sure that’s not too much trouble?” I said. “I’m happy to go get a cashier’s check.” “Do you know where the closest Western Union is?” he said. “You could probably wire it.” “What sort of interest were you thinking?” I asked. “You can just give me three dollars when I take you home, and then if I ever find out I need an organ, we can circle back.” “Sure, sure,” I agreed. “Let’s just put a pin in this.” “Yeah, we
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