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My pal soaked sweat and snot and saliva into the napkin he pushed around his face.
βYou okay?β I inquired.
His red eyes swivelled up from his almost-still-full plate to meet mine.
βIt's got a little kick,β he squeaked.
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This is an entry for the zapfic contest (the fire emojis aren't part of the story, just flair). I wouldn't be surprised if I turned it from #zapfic to flash fiction in a later post.