The waitress had brought me an extra napkin, and I used that to spit the bite into. It wasn't comforting. He watched me the way mice watch cats when they know there's no way out. I'm glad to be nearly healed.
Rigby turned away, coughing. The look on your face was almost worth a death threat. That we will take your life is not an offer. I sat down beside him.
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