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“Marrakech? My milk cartons made it all the way to Marrakech? Dude…”
I was impressed, but FNG looked less than. I didn’t understand it. Did he not understand what a marketing feat this was? I had essentially started a one-man marketing campaign and reached millions around the world. If the FBI ever needed to find someone, I was their man.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t say it was a good thing. It came into play at a rather inconvenient moment.”
I rolled up a wrap for him, making sure to add in all the fixings. This was a homecoming meal if I ever saw one. I slid the plate over to him, then wiped my hands on a rag and laid it over my shoulder. “So, what’s in Marrakech?”
He shrugged, rolling up his wrap with a grin on his face. “Man, I really missed these.”
“As any normal person would. There’s nothing quite like shawarma to welcome a fellow comrade in arms home.” Then I looked at his wife. “Or his lovely lady.”
She blushed bright red, then took a bite of my food. I leaned on the counter, my chin in my hand, as I watched her chew. Devouring a shawarma wrap was a magnificent sight.
She covered her mouth as she spoke. “It’s delicious.”
“Thanks,” I beamed. “I killed a guy the other day and decided this was a good way to celebrate,” I said, turning around to lower the heat.
I heard choking and turned around, only to see Honey spitting out her food. “I’m eating a dead man?” she shrieked.
“Of course not,” I laughed. “I’m not a cannibal.”
“But you said you killed a guy and decided to eat him.”
I looked at FNG who nodded. He also had set down his food. “No, I killed a guy, and as I was ripping my knife from his flesh, I thoughtWhat better way to celebrate than to make some shawarma?This beast you’re eating is one hundred percent cow. I thought about making it with chicken for a change, but it really is so much more delicious when it’s a good slab of beef.” I winked at her. “I even slaughtered the cow myself. I wanted to make sure it was done just right.”
Honey gagged, then got up and raced from the room.
“Was it something I said?” I asked, looking at FNG questioningly.
“I think it was everything you said.”
“But you like it, right?”
He shoved his plate away and leaned back in his seat. “I think I need a few minutes.”
I picked at the food on his plate, thinking back to what he said. “So, my milk cartons made it all the way to Marrakech. That’s pretty fucking awesome.”
“It would have been if I wasn’t chasing down a lead.”
“What kind of lead?”
“There was a guy who knew a guy. I was following him around the city.”
“Did you get him?”
FNG glared at me. “No, because your stupid milk carton gave me away!”
I stood up, offended by his callousness toward my amazing work. “I’ll have you know that I was the only one that never gave up on you. I knew you couldn’t die.”
“Well, I almost did that night.”
“Bullet?”
He grimaced, shaking his head. “It was so much worse.”
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