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Assem Akram
The ‘1492’ Conspiracy
A Machiavellian Plot to Seize the Holy Land
Fiction
Chapter 11 - Page 1:
Sea Turtle Enchilada
“God, don’t I look fat? Look at all this saggy flesh covering me from side to side: it is repulsive. Gone are the days when I was in the college football team. I had quite a success with some of the chicks. Look at me now: no hair, over-sized eye-glasses, obese stomach, bunioned feet, a pace-maker in my chest and, on top of it all, I can’t even take any of those lozenge-shaped little blue pills from time to time to… let’s say… to relieve the tension…
Not very sexy! …Whereas Lynne’s still got it. She is not overweight and I can see some of these guys lurking at her… God, what I wouldn’t give to lose a couple of dozen pounds and rejuvenate a little.”
“Honey, are you ready? It’s getting late.”
“I look overly fat in this suit!”
“Then wear the other one that I’ve pulled out from the closet for you.”
“The dark one…?”
“Yes, come on, honey; we are expected.”
“We’ll be there on time. You know how much I hate these so called intimate dinners with them.”
“I know, honey; but we don’t have much of a choice: we’ve committed… and he’s your boss.”
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