After finishing the pastry, Ben felt a sort of physical and mental relief now that he had something in his stomach again, however insubstantial it was. Now if he could just get his hands on a cold tequila and tonic or six, he d be euphoric. He calmly slid the last bagel off the table along with a packet of cream cheese and a plastic knife then sauntered over to the waiting area where he took a seat in an ugly, chipped orange seat across from a middle aged black man.

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