Chapter 9 Butter Chicken & Emotional Damage

J.D Penn 1.2k words

There's a bag in his hands.

A paper bag.

And not just any bag. A very specific, orange-and-green printed bag with a little smear of curry oil on the corner. I know that bag like I know the birthmarks on my own butt.

That's Punjabi Palace takeout.

"Peace offering," Monty says, holding it...

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