Chapter 12 PANIC AT THE HOT DOG CART.

The vendor handed me two flimsy cardboard trays. Each one held a hot dog of grotesque proportions, overflowing with golden onions, crushed potato chips, mayo, ketchup, and a thick, uneven layer of mustard.

I grabbed the trays. I twisted my body to face Lorenzo and held one of the portions out to hi...

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