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It's hard to concentrate when people lie. I know Anthony said we were in McDonald's but I know we're in Burger King. It's not that I hate the food, I prefer it at times.

"Don't you like the food?"

"Yeah, just thinking."

"What about?"

"The meeting. I didn't tell you everything."

"What?"

"Well at the end, Chris came up to me....and asked if I wanted to go to lunch—tomorrow."

There's silence.

"So, what did you say back?"

"I said yes."

He whistles, "Little Sebby is almost a man."

"I am a man."

"Yeah, but not a full man."

"Shut up."

"I'm joking Seb."

"What ever. Can you come with me to the place? Sit at a table nearby?"

"Yeah, I'm free."

"By the way, I have a question.

"Shoot."

"Where are your wife and kids?"

"At her parents."

"Why didn't you go?"

"Her parents don't like me."

It's quiet, but then again it's like seven—eight at night on a Tuesday.

"You know," I say, "I can smell and taste the differences in food right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You said we were at McDonald's...we're in Burger King."