Hot coffee dribbled down Eddie’s chin.

“Ow! Thab hutts! Dabbit!” he shouted as he set the cup on the table and grabbed his napkin.

Barb peered over her newspaper and said, “Lip’s still numb, huh. Should make your interview interesting.”

“Aw, fugg,” Eddie said, standing. He glowered at her and…

Story Start 7: Uncomfortably numb
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