"I told you, it's all lies. I drove her just last weekend out to the Institute."
He led the way to the kitchen and motioned her around to the stools at the eating bar. His sandwich in progress, a mountain of several types of cheeses and meats, was just waiting for the application of mayo, mustard, lettuce leaves and sliced tomatoes to be complete.
"Ah, your home ec final." He put the finishing touches on the food mountain and sliced it in half, putting each on a plate and sliding one to her. "Sure you don't need your stomach pumped instead?"
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