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The lad I've hired, Juan, to wheel me into the swimming pool, first thing. He's very lovely.
While I'm in there, sometimes waving, sometimes drowning (in which case he has to rescue me,) he serves up my breakfast; a Big Mac and fries, a McChicken sandwich, a bacon double chesseburger, extra fries, onion rings, a Filet-O-Fish, a large order of Chicken McNuggets, with extra fries, a gallon of coffee (which Juan liberally seasons with mescal - he's a good lad, so it's about half and half,) and, because I'm trying to think about my health these days, a Caeser salad (with all the trimmings, admittedly,) and a diet coke.
It's only then that I'm ready to face the world. |
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