DUMB
Regan felt that he’d never decided which he wanted. A Big Mac with cheese or the two Advans in his hand. He was hungry. Famished. The white of the pills/onions teased the backside of his retina to the point of a headache. So he crushed the A. The powder would expand in his brain at the same rate the cheese would break down in his stomach. Is that right? R wasn’t sure made enough in his mind so might as well stick with it. Stomach before Brain. Final Answer? Chomp. Sniff.
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