I think I've been poisoned.
And you ate two baclavas, right? I
not to touch them, mine was awful.
(his voice strained)
go to the john again. You go on
through, I'll catch up.
BREATH. A pause. He puts his dark sunglasses back on.
Turns away from the mirror. No going back now.
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