“Shit,” I whisper, diving under the table, clutching the drumstick like a thief caught red-handed. I press my back against the table leg, trying not to breathe too loudly. Through the tablecloth, I see two women walk in, balancing trays and laughing softly as they begin rearranging the plates. The
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