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Those Worse Off Than You
Part 43
We were sitting in McDonald's, eating fries and ice cream, laughing voer lame jokes.
"What do you want to do after thing," I asked.
He shrugged. " I dunno; whatever you feel like doing."
"No," I argued. "It's your treat, you pick."
"We should go down to the harbour or something- go eat more food."
I smirked," Yea sure. We can catch the bus."
"As long as I can pay for that."
"No- I'm paying for everything today."
"Fine," he whined. "I get to pay for everything next time."
We finished our food and threw our trays in the garbage, hurrying to catch the bus before it left without us, so we could go across town to the harbour where there was home-made ice cream and peace and quiet.
"What do you want to do after thing," I asked.
He shrugged. " I dunno; whatever you feel like doing."
"No," I argued. "It's your treat, you pick."
"We should go down to the harbour or something- go eat more food."
I smirked," Yea sure. We can catch the bus."
"As long as I can pay for that."
"No- I'm paying for everything today."
"Fine," he whined. "I get to pay for everything next time."
We finished our food and threw our trays in the garbage, hurrying to catch the bus before it left without us, so we could go across town to the harbour where there was home-made ice cream and peace and quiet.