Ten-Minute Write: Lynchsagna

Outside a library as night falls, a man converses with himself:

L1: “I have not had lasagna in years. I did not have any lasagna today.”

L2: [nods]

L1: “Today, I vomited lasagna all over a man walking with his elderly mother. The man was eating a hot dog.”

L2: “Was it a red hot dog?”

L1: “No, it had pale skin.”

L2: “Then it could not have been mine.”

L1: [nods]

L2: “Was the man able to finish his meal?”

L1: “Not for several hours.”

L2: “Was the man able to keep his meal down?”

L1: “Everyone I know has been secretly rooting for a positive outcome.”

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