"You're full."
"Huh?"
"You're full, aren't you?"
I looked down at the untouched second half of my sandwich.
"No." I scoffed.
The thought of eating another bite made me queasy. The thought of her still being right after six years made me queasy.
"Look!" I said, laughing. "I'm a different person!"
I bit it.
***
Afterword by TKS
Does one false statement make the entire line of thought fiction?
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