Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: Jack Hill - - Vanessa and I sat in Taco Bell, a tray of chicken burritos and tacos in front of us, two diet pepsis and a pile of napkins and hot sauce packets - fire sauce. Vanessa stuffed a wad of brown paper napkins into her purse and smiled. I unwrapped a burrito and ripped the hot sauce packet open with my teeth. The brown sauce dripped down the side of the chicken burrito and over my hand and knuckles and Vanessa said she had to use the bathroom. She slid out of the booth and stumbled and knocked her soda over and the cup rolled off the table and exploded on the tile floor. Brown soda screaming everywhere, down the grooves, between the tiles. "Fuck!" Vanessa shouted. "Fuck! Fuck! God dammit!" "It's okay," I said. "They'll clean it up." Vanessa walked to the condiment bar and grabbed another fistful of napkins and...

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