You pick up the phone and call James’ home. You hope he’s in - he’s working on the beach this summer, selling stuff, but it’s mostly on weekends. After a couple of rings, he answers.
“Hey, what are you doing this afternoon?”
“Well, nothing special. I was just finishing lunch.”
“At two o’clock?”
“Yeah, well, it was a big lunch.”
“You want to come over and go swimming?”
“Sure! You guys have that great pool, right?”
“Sure do!”
“OK. See ya.”
James hangs up. You figure it’ll take him 15 to 20 minutes to come over on his bike, and his mention of lunch has produced a grumbling in your stomach. Being bigger than Mike, you should have a Mike-sized appetite. You head into the kitchen and rummage around until you find...
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