I don't want one. Believe me, that's about the last thing that I want.
[A meat waffle. Now that he's heard the words, he thinks them all over again, with a twist of his mouth--and what's worse is, he can sort of picture it. Raw and disgusting, and then suddenly he thinks of the blood in it, and that's one step away from blood that's everywhere else, and he shoves his plate away in his haste to move away from the counter.]
Jesus. [That comes out, mumbled; he shoves his wrist over his mouth, like maybe he's going to be sick--but it's worse than that. It's not a sick feeling, it's much worse, and he fights it down, staring fixedly at the waffle, just the regular old waffle, that this kid made for him. That's all.]
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[A meat waffle. Now that he's heard the words, he thinks them all over again, with a twist of his mouth--and what's worse is, he can sort of picture it. Raw and disgusting, and then suddenly he thinks of the blood in it, and that's one step away from blood that's everywhere else, and he shoves his plate away in his haste to move away from the counter.]
Jesus. [That comes out, mumbled; he shoves his wrist over his mouth, like maybe he's going to be sick--but it's worse than that. It's not a sick feeling, it's much worse, and he fights it down, staring fixedly at the waffle, just the regular old waffle, that this kid made for him. That's all.]