"...Here ya are, boy, some nice hot soup!" Before I could move out of his way, the waiter splashed the bowl of soup directly in my face. My eyes started burning as the salt, pepper and other ingredients seeped under my eyelids. My face blistered up in seconds. I fumbled for the napkin dispenser but found it empty. Behind me, the police officers were laughing...." (from Chapter 9 excerpt, below)
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