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by Louis Anthes
So Creamy asks me, “You gonna finish that torta, Gloria?” She says this just as cigarette smokes comes rolling out between her lips. I give her a look for about two seconds. Skinny as all hell, Creamy smokes for lunch. She never brings her own lunch, she never has money for lunch, and ain’t nobody coming by to ask her out for lunch or nothing. She just smokes cigarettes, and hangs round me, ‘cause I rarely finish my lunches from El Farolito. It’s too much food, even the vegetarian stuff. But it’s so good that I gotta buy something over there almost everyday. I take it out, snack a bit and eat the rest on my afternoon break, when I’m really hungry, unless Creamy has nobody else to mooch from, then sometimes she finds me, and for those times I break on a diet soda cause I’m on a real diet. But I ain’t drinking a diet soda today for break. Nope. And Creamy ain’t getting my torta.
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