THE MAGIC WORD
“are you sure you don’t want any water?”
she asked me, after I’d spent plenty of time,
finding and then ordering
the cheapest thing on the menu.
“naw, I’m all right.”
“are you sure?” she laughed. “it’s free.”
“oh. Really?”
“yeah. The water’s free.”
“well then, yeah. I’d love some water.
Thirsty as hell. Thanks.”
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