The cheeseburger never left the plate.
Bits and chunks came off of it, found their way into Andy Richmond’s mouth from the tips of his forefinger and thumb.
Herb Goller could tell that Andy was making progress, that he was just about to the point that Andy could consider applying for a job.
Herb knew Andy was overdoing the hallucinogens in high school, had too big of a caseload, couldn’t corral Andy, give him as much help as he would have liked.
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