Their attention had wandered off somewhere to a point above the highest branch but a brown bag of sandwiches would surely bring them back from cloud nine. It was escaping me just exactly what sort of dessert was included in the boxed meal, but a flailing rice cake and the smell of breadwater edged off my conscious thought as being more than adequate.
Not long after the meal, stories were told until finally someone got offended and there was little recourse apart from jumping in the ring and settling the score. The ropes weren't colored, but the antagonistic banter was more radiant than the lights of Las Vegas itself.
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