Herk always put a pint of water next to Vetal’s drinks, sometimes even verbally encouraged him to drink it, depending on Vetal’s mood.
Herk knew Vetal didn’t hydrate. His lips were always chapped, with that gross white sheen of spittle that became gross white harp strings between his lips when he talked.
Vetal lost a bundle on the Knicks tonight. Herk was…
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