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Burgers

  • Writer: Terry Groves
    Terry Groves
  • Dec 18, 2016
  • 1 min read

I saw the cook come out of the bathroom. After he finished pulling up his fly, he wiped his hands on his apron. He looked across the dining groom and waved at me.

“How do you want your burger cooked?” He asked heading toward the kitchen.

“Oh, fry the piss out of it.” I responded.

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