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We pass a white-washed sign with faded lettering, and then a long, dirt driveway Then the road bends, and I see what looks like a se of a field of crops

"What are those things?" I ask Mills, squinting at the leafy green things sprouting from the dirt

"Peanuts, baby Ever eaten them boiled?"

"I don't know"

"That's a no, then,” he says “You'd reooey when you chew them"

“I know so salty and nice”

Miller snorts, shaking his head, and I snicker

I park parallel with the run-down ca et out too, he ducks back into the car with two tin-foil-wrapped biscuits, one tall, a of pecans

"Check it out" He hands my biscuit to me "Unwrap that and smell it Then throw it in your sweatshirt pocket so it stays waro next"

Miller is right—the thing s Buttery biscuit, pimento, and a bunch of bacon Heart attack in a wrap, but I don't give a shit

"Sweet tea?" he offers, holding it out

I give hined to offend his freckled, Southern boy self "Really?"

"You knockin' sweet tea?" I alh Millsy’s up in arms, just like I kneould be

"Is it actually good?" I ask him

His eyes widen "Is it really good?” He shakes his head “Go on now Have a big sip"

I do, hiding a grin behind the plastic cup—and I have to adar water”

“It’s supposed to,” he says

“You’re so Southern Such a Southern gentleman”

He stuffs a pecan in

“Okay, okay Whatever,” I say after chewing “Both the pecan and the sweet tea were good”

“Daht,” he says as I drive back down the dirt road

“It’s in mystraight about that, and he snickers

"So that's the best breakfast spot in town, is it?"

"Oh yeah," Mills says "The one non-locals don't know about"