[He holds a piece - dripping, slick with grease, the pepperoni riding a wave of hot cheese off one side of it - out to James, and then rifles through the bag for the sodas he'd ordered. Coke for himself and Cherry cola for Jim, the latter gets tossed in a low underhand. The former he cracks the seal on to take a long drink.
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He swears he can taste the corn syrup.]
Ever think about going to Hawaii?