Coughing, growling, I cleared my throat.
“Water,” I begged in a whisper.
A pleasant stream of pleasantries poured from the waitress as I sat upon a stool and as she poured a glass of ice water. I gulped it down, the ice pressing against my lips and nose, the water streaming in rivulets down my chin. My head ached from the cold, but I wouldn’t stop until the last drop.
I sighed and set the glass down. She refilled it without a word.
“I’ll see a menu please.”
She smiled and handed one over.
“What would you like?” she asked.
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