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“Time for a break,” I say, mopping at my forehead. Something delicious wafts by, and my nose turns the rest of me bodily around to follow the source. “I thought you gentlemen might enjoy a break from all that.” It’s Sally, carrying two trays of something enormous. She passes one to me with a smile; the other to Ben, giving him a cool look as she does so. Sausage, bacon and eggs all in a bread bun big enough to play frisbee with. And two beer cans dripping condensation. I love a woman who understands men…. “Ah, Sal. That’s perfect. Thanks.” “Anytime, Michael. I’ll send someone out for the plates in a while.” The gargantuan sandwich clutched in both hands, I take a huge bite, hastily wiping at my mouth as a yolk bursts, back-splashing me with yellow gunge. It's delicious and just what