"I was choking, you idiot," I manage to wheeze. Jason eyes the mushroom with distaste, and without thinking, I grab it, stuff it in a napkin and take another beautiful gulp of air. I suck in an enormous breath, then begin coughing. The mushroom shoots out, hits a water glass and comes to a rest on the white tablecloth. I make a fist, wedge it just below my sternum, and slam myself into the table. I knew I shouldn't have ordered it, but Emo makes the little number drenched in butter, with little bits of garlic and parsley and.um. My eyes are tearing, my chest convulses- Before you break up with me, Jason, would you mind a little Heimlich? I slam my hand down on the table, rattling the china and cutlery, but Jason assumes that my distress is heartbreak and not oxygen deprivation. Seems like my little old air passage is completely plugged. "It's run its course, don't you think? I mean, it's not like we've." I inhale sharply, and the stuffed mushroom I just popped in my mouth is sucked right into my esophagus. "I think we should stop seeing each other."
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